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Well, this is actually something I wrote several years ago, for a Holliday card, rip it apart!.

In Search Of An Old Recipe

Down a wintry lane, where streetlamps
rise from dimly lit snow hills and the
town is lightly covered in frost,

I pass an old neighbor’s house and
a village café!. The gurgling noises
of a brewing pot and the sugary smells
of rising dough

always met with long conversations
or quiet contemplations, an old friend
or a new friend and a hint of the past!.

Something that started the day and
ended the day with company and
a dash of hope

that time can always be paused
and people can always gather!.
And behind the rising steam of
tightly gripped mugs, you can always
find laughter, stirring its warmth around
tables as we reminisce!.

And sugar is sprinkled over cookies
and pastries the way snow is over the world!.
And no matter how far away,
I can always make it home
on nothing more than a memory!.

Perhaps these are the ingredients to make peace,
down wintry lanes, where feuds are blanketed
and grudges melt away into cups of coffee!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

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