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CooksMy mother told me simply years ago When I was young and but a lad- To always keep in good with the cook And then life to come will never be that bad- Over all my worldly travels since then Over lands and oceans wide- I've always been blessed with good cooking Through life as I made my ongoing stride- But alas here I am now so inlove with one Who is as well inlove with me too- And out of all the cooks I've ever known She's the best ever yet it's true- She cooks with the oldest ever English recipes That go back so very far in time- And here I am smiling like a well fed fox As this cook is all and only mine- Terrence Michael Sutton copyright 2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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