Plunging refreshment of vital energy,
awash in cool pools of liquid wonder.
Splash and float in what is clearly,
sparkling bubbles sequined thunder.
Drop in rotational cleansing motions,
roll at a high dizziness pace.
Soon to become one with pungent potions,
a sweet mixture of Italian personal taste.
Pouring my soul across angel haired strands,
embracing every long luscious length of it.
I'm a tradition from Roma far away land,
and on fork's end such a perfect fit.
~~~Suseann~~~
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Sorry Sammy.It's dinner time and I've not had it as yet.
Written October 13th, 2005
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I love tomatos..IF they are home grown. Can't take those you get in the grocery store.
Very nice write lady and congrats on the trophy 
~Lyrical
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this is very well written !! Good work.. a wonderful take off from the picture
loved the last line.. such a perfect fit to the entire poem
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This is clever and sure made me hungry!!
I liked the descriptive wording in this...very nice!!! I wish you the best in the contest!!!! karen
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lol...my daughter adores tomatoes....and likes this picture...
Than you for entering. A nice piece
Sam
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This was different so you are having a italian dinner in a hot tub with bubbles from what I got in this enjoying the moments of relaxation as dreams take you to refreshment. Just don't droop the noodles in the hot tub and sauce LOL Hugs, Me Ps that looks like a tomato just feel in off ya plate there..
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