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Lebkuchenherzen

Lebkuchenherzen

Lebkuchenherzen

used to eat Gingerbread Men,,
The same gingerbread men ,
who crossed the river Severn.
on the nose of a fox..
to their doom, and then
came Gingerbread Women,
dogs and hens..
such is progress X ten..
Now we eat lebkuchen..
Because we can choose,
we're in an union of
gingerbread brethren..
sometimes I wish I
could eat ginger bread men
without any additives.
enhancements or political
correction..
Exactly as they were ..
on un sanitised surfaces..
made by mum.

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Being Me

Home made gingerbreadmen were the best! Absolutely they were. I love the way you weaved this poem. You even included a section of the "Gingerbead Man" story. Love this. Thanks for sharing it with us. Wishing you all the best for the New Year Pauline x

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pauline codd

All the best Being Me, I just have a longing sometimes for passed memories of my family,  my mum..and it gets woven in my head..guess it comes with age...and thanks Al Bikaadi....I dont choose to write, it presents to me in my head, and I have to release it..or it sits like a dog howling in the corner...anyone else get that..?

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Love lines Pauline, beautiful picture your words painted. Warm regards. 

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