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Your poem was DILL-ightful
A SAGE you truly are
You PEPPER-ed up my morning
With your verse from ALFALFA

And as THYME marches onward
And SEASONs come and go
The rift that PARSLEYed between us
Must stay OREGANO

So friends LETTUCE be, young lady,
As I've not CINNAMONth through yet
When the CHILLI words that were spoken
Are the ones that I CARROT forget

So GINGERly heading t'wards
What I BASIL-ically MINT to state
CUMIN over on Friday
For a sizzling hot dinner DATE.

D Woodhouse, August 1994