The soup is boiling over
burnt to the bottom of the pot
leaping into the fire
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Oh yeah. This is chilling. Excellent work B.
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Thank you very much, JM! Though I would prefer a different adjective from “chilling” for this haiku.
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blistering!
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That’s the kind of comment I was hoping for. Thanks!
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I never said I could cook……
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Yet here we are…
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Nice come back!
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So true!
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Glad you agree! Thanks, Morgaine.
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Oh no!….great poem!
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Thank you, Ezekiel!
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