Always too few
Lavender and Rosemary
Inhaling fennel
Memories of licorice
Whisking the unwary
On a trip down the ages
In search of things past
Like the unreadable Frenchman
The scent of nature
Thumbs back the pages
And makes the present retreat
To when things were new
But for me it was not cakes
Instead penny treats
Out of the jar
And always too few.
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