Pumpkin Pie
In the heart of autumn’s sweet embrace,
A humble pie takes its gentle place.
Golden crust, with edges curled so neat,
Whispers of spices make the season complete.
Cinnamon dreams and nutmeg’s soft cheer,
The warmth of the oven brings loved ones near.
A harvest of pumpkins, all dressed in gold,
Tales of gratitude and love gently told.
Each slice unfurls a story divine,
With laughter and sighs over cups of sweet wine.
As candles flicker and shadows play,
In this cozy haven, fears melt away.
So gather ‘round, let our hearts intertwine,
For this humble pie is both simple and fine.
In every crumb, a memory lies,
A taste of togetherness, where love never dies.
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