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Béchamel and Clotted Cream

Poetry

Photo by Scott Eckersley on Unsplash

Béchamel and clotted cream,
eggs Benedict,
poached eggs with bright orange runny yokes,
words slip off the tongue,
some are living the dream.
Clothed in white furs glorious, she reigned.

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The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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Amae

Interested in people, nature, science and technology, and history. MSc in Research Methods (Birkbeck), MA Industrial Design (UAL)

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