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Hunger strikes

I'm feeling creative but needing direction. Haiku Heights prompts writers to ponder LUNCH (a topic that is never far from my mind).

i.

hunger's open mouth
devours all self control;
succumb to more cake.

ii.

enhance your days with
salt, pepper, garlic, thyme, sage.
settle not for bland.

iii.

closed eyes, open mouth
there is joy in the unseen.
tastebuds, awaken!


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  1. Oh yeah...bland food doesn't suit Indian pallet. So, I know what you mean. The last one is delightful too...Lovely:)

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  2. We eat loads of garlic...mediterranean cooking..I hate bland anything:)

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