Beets are great. All kinds. Golden, especially. To cook they take time. A poem takes time. Thus, beets and poems are related. Then again, I think food is the matriarch of poetry.
Although much more than she bargained for when selling peaches to the councilman the purveyor was nonetheless recording the story of his troubles in her notebook
but relating them to the merchant's daughter added new dimensions to the problem so they all decided to converse on the field and see what contributions they could make
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ReplyDeleteAlthough much more than she bargained for
when selling peaches to the councilman
the purveyor was nonetheless recording
the story of his troubles in her notebook
but relating them to the merchant's daughter
added new dimensions to the problem
so they all decided to converse on the field
and see what contributions they could make