Golden syrup, sugar and oats, A perfect recipe for sticky fingers. Press the gooey mix onto a tray, And bake until a warm scent lingers.

  winter solstice the familiar warmth of i  s  o   l   a   t   i    o    n     Note: This poem is written using an image prompt from hour nine.        

lipstick candy my version back then to be a diva   Note: This poem is written using the text prompt of hour nine.

I sit with legs spread wide a piece of chicken in one hand a spoon to shove rice and stew into my mouth in the other   All the Christmases in my lifetime none comes close to the ones spent with grandma in the ancient…

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