From a selective menu.
When the appetite begins to crave…
The serving will be just as fresh,
The moment one gets it to devour.
Why sour one’s taste,
For something that will sit on a plate…
Untouched without an interest,
To sample what is offered.
It will be there!
Whenever one comes,
And is prepared to indulge.
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