After cooling down.
From a temperature baked,
With a few standing around!
When spiced…
Slices easily!
And tart on tongue to anyone.
Determined,
By who is next in line…
Attempting to get a taste.
And on being heavy…
Showing tight lips licked,
Unbitten.
Begins…
When a wit knows how to end,
A spill!
Before it turns into a boil,
That kills the flavor…
Of a welcoming atmosphere!

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