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A Sense of Holidays

A sense of holidays! Blueberry pie hot out of the oven with buttery toppings popcorn popping in the pot with oil on the stove Lemon and lime are the sour balls used for drinks or garnish Take that hot pan out of the oven with your glove. Coffee is served with a biscotti, black coffee, strong, steamy Fresh coffee beans ground and gurgling through the percolator Unsweetened coffee, hot, burns your lips, bitter to the tongue Cold ice in the freezer and the glass shelf in the refrigerator. Uncle Joe’s gas problem and Aunt Emma’s feet As Grandfather breathes and snores through his nose. The last crumbs of cinnamon, the last glob of whipped cream Take Grandma’s hand when you walk out, she hates to impose.

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Date: 12/21/2019 10:32:00 PM
Congrats on your winning poem Christine
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Date: 12/21/2019 7:15:00 PM
Congratulations Christine for your fourth place win in the smell sound taste touch contest. I really enjoyed the seasonal feel to your poem and the jump to more personal in the last stanza. Thanks for entering.
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