We roasted the chicken in quarters over carrots, apricots, and small potatoes with orange and rosemary; we had last-minute challah served on the boards that my brother and I decorated in elementary school; my niece was very proud of making the roux for the spinach. We had honeycake and macaroons and clementines and apples and honey. Here we are again to see this season, still. The gates are open and the book is still in the writing. A sweet year, please, a joyous and a just one. L'shanah tovah, all.
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- 1: Did you see the closing window? Did you hear the slamming door?
- 2: Make me a wreck as I come back and spare me as I'm going
- 3: Keeping time on the kingfisher's climb
- 4: Because brick-braided alleys make steep, sleeping valleys seem level and clear
- 5: Don't look round, but I think we're taking off
- 6: Sing the praise of Alexander, he's no use to me
- 7: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 8: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 9: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 10: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
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