The Pleasures of Eating Pizza
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12/14/2023
Oh, since I was only a braided, wee bit of a thing,
Pizza was even better, than owning a diamond ring.
It was a taste of Italian camaraderie,also!
We were joyful, there was no time for pretentious snoberry.
I do confess to you I could eat Italian cuisine this very day.
Sausage, provolne, garlic, are delicious alchemies any day!
Add a spellbinding, multicolored, melting candle .
The romantic scent of it was more than Ican handle.
For centuries, this delicious food, in my life,leaves me
exuberantly excited.
I can even dream of this dish made by angels heavenly.
And to think I am still eating it, way past age…seventy.
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