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Shaina’s Ham (poem, anecdote)

Moist, succulent, dripping, and hot.

The roast basted and bubbling.

Ham sizzled open on the pot.

Salivating mouth droplets doubling.

Pink chunks fell from the knife, 

a spoon could have served just as well…

Never had I been so eager in my life

to taste what I now retell:

Salty, tangy, crunchy, munchy.

It’s texture was of a sponge lost in heaven, I had one piece, I also had seven.

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