garlic bread on clothe basket
so soft, so nice to my lips, sweet
i requested one more, i insist
as i wait for my spaghetti dish
with clams, shrimps and fish
wonderful i am enjoying this
crispy green leaves spread
lying on italian dressing, plate
see my daughter smiling, i know
she likes those too; eats little
and take home rest for tomorrow
i hope she won't forget, saturday
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