Spaghetti

Wed, 10/19/2016 - 08:17 -- Smeide

The warm and breathtaking smell 

Of fried onion

With a hint of pepper and spice

Well slice tomatoes

On top of a well milled pasta

Make any day brighter 

What makes me feel good? You ask.

The stroke of my fork.

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