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A crown cinquain poem about one of my all-time favourite foods and the memories associated with this food product!
Pre-made
purple goodness
an exotic classic
delicacy to spot, buy and
conserve.
Dig-in,
consume with joy
glace, pulpy, gooey
the taste of tropical islands
on bread.
A time
to recollect
scrumptious days of binging,
shopping and watching Wow-Wow-Wee;
school break.
The smell
of holidays
snowless months and weeks
soaking up the sun and touching
raindrops.
Flawless
jars of creamy
violet yam preserves
use and devour with delight
and thrill.
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Talia Devora
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