Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Chef

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Friday, January 21, 2011

Chef

He makes magic as he bakes; His alchemy and murmured spells Permeate cookies, buns and cakes To enchant with flavours and with smells Where words alone may not suffice That the maiden who was passing through Might stop a while for something nice "Go on" he says "I made this just for you". Sign in to see full entry.

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