Notes on Registration A year ago the fire had gone out The range blackened and cold Surfaces greasy Knives blunted Palate furred, tasteless Even water had lost its sparkle Something stirred,deep inside, boiled over Ripped up the bland menu Changed ingredients Became fresh Microshoots sprouted Resignation kindled the dead range Someone saw beneath the stained apron Many tasty soft skills How fusion excites Spice of life Seasoned and risen Flavours burst; aromas float; life seethes
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