Like these mustards when they splutter
In hot oil browned dark to darker;
And my dear pressure cooker
Don't you know how much anger......loved these lines where a great philosophy is hidden. Beautiful poem.
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Like these mustards when they splutter In hot oil browned dark to darker; And my dear pressure cooker Don't you know how much anger......loved these lines where a great philosophy is hidden. Beautiful poem.