Roast me with balsamic. Of course. What a bending of stalks. How their skin shines. Shimmers. Just what a poems is seeking -- a shiny skin and just the right touch of vinegar.
Do you know the first words uttered by Spring's red onions?
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Roast me with balsamic. Of course. What a bending of stalks. How their skin shines. Shimmers. Just what a poems is seeking -- a shiny skin and just the right touch of vinegar.
