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Ode to Spaghetti
Golden threads of wheat, entwined with care,
A dance of strands in simmering air.
Boiling bubbles sing your praise,
In a pot of warmth, where you blaze.
Twirled around a fork’s embrace,
A silky slide, a gentle race.
Tomato rivers, rich and red,
Flow over you, a tasty spread.
Garlic whispers, herbs entwine,
A symphony in every line.
Parmesan snow falls light and free,
Crowning you, a delicacy.
With every bite, a comfort found,
A taste of joy, so pure, profound.
Oh, spaghetti, in your embrace,
We find a home, a sacred place.
