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This is my first attempt at the Food for the Palate poetry form |
| BOWL FOOD June 7, 2010 The green bowl lies before us, cooked beneath the heat and fire of morning sun. With four sturdy spoons, devour clover, hooves pound, we chew! This was written in the POEM FOR THE PALATE poetry form This poetry form calls for seven lines with a syllable count of 7, 5, 7, 5, 5, 3, 1 |