the whiff of deliciousness
wafts through the air and reaches me
my tummy gurgles, "where's the food?"
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haycoo
Poesíain which I try to write a haiku everyday (and fail at it, most of the time)
s a v o u r
the whiff of deliciousness
wafts through the air and reaches me
my tummy gurgles, "where's the food?"
