al dente' al dente'©

A piece of day old bread
soaks up the sauce:
of things we once said
that never are lost.
On a napkin normally meant for cleansing,
we wipe the caramel kiss sweepstakes:
of promises and things
that no time can take.
I prefer my memories al dente'
it's much more fun.
For all of them along the way,
are firm every single one.
How more primavera can a memory be,
that is kept on a shelf in the heart?!
A pinch of this,a pinch of that
and we soon see:
it's the best place to start!

Copyright ©2006~S@L and The Ragoo's

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