Romanoff Poems - Poems about Romanoff

...Her flaming red hair is gently brushed by the winds, while her earthly eyes shine the most as she rides her motorcycle. A white and gray polished building she encounters. She touches the brake, stopp......

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...Everything my mother or grandmother cooked was good for your soul from the rich beef ribs braised in a new red wine to the lamb or pork nurtured tenderly with fresh herbs or even the high fat ......

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