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From buttery scone to rich digest, Each type brings joy and comfort best. The classic tea-time favorite, the shortbread, With crumbly texture, rich and spread. Or perhaps a ginger snap so sweet, A spiced delight, a crispy treat. Soft, flaky, the buttermilk kind, With layers light and tender, find The perfect pairing for a stew, Or just a snack when day is through. Oatmeal biscuits, hearty and plain, With wholesome oats, they entertain. Or chocolate chip, a treat divine, Sweet morsels mixed in doughy lines. And then there’s the wafer, thin and crisp, With layers stacked, a chocolate kiss. Each bite a moment of pure bliss, A simple pleasure, none will miss. So many types, each with its charm, To lift the spirit, calm the storm. The rich and sweet, a fig-filled treat, Encased in dough, a pleasure to eat. Or a linzer biscuit, with jam so bright, A jeweled delight, a pure delight. Consider the biscotti, twice-baked and tough, With nuts and flavors, it’s never enough. A humble biscuit, in its grace, Brings warmth and joy to every place. The rich and savory, cheddar's delight, Golden and flaky, a savory bite. Or the cornbread biscuit, hearty and grand, With a crumbly texture, made by hand. ©twisha ray Biscuit #trnojo155 #biscuitstory #randompoetry

From buttery scone to rich digest, Each type brings joy and comfort best. The classic tea-time favorite, the shortbread, With crumbly texture, rich and spread. Or perhaps a ginger snap so sweet, A spiced delight, a crispy treat. Soft, flaky, the buttermilk kind, With layers light and tender, find The perfect pairing for a stew, Or just a snack when day is through. Oatmeal biscuits, hearty and plain, With wholesome oats, they entertain. Or chocolate chip, a treat divine, Sweet morsels mixed in doughy lines. And then there’s the wafer, thin and crisp, With layers stacked, a chocolate kiss. Each bite a moment of pure bliss, A simple pleasure, none will miss. So many types, each with its charm, To lift the spirit, calm the storm. The rich and sweet, a fig-filled treat, Encased in dough, a pleasure to eat. Or a linzer biscuit, with jam so bright, A jeweled delight, a pure delight. Consider the biscotti, twice-baked and tough, With nuts and flavors, it’s never enough. A humble biscuit, in its grace, Brings warmth and joy to every place. The rich and savory, cheddar's delight, Golden and flaky, a savory bite. Or the cornbread biscuit, hearty and grand, With a crumbly texture, made by hand. ©twisha ray Biscuit #trnojo155 #biscuitstory #randompoetry

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there are those who do their best to win your heart, and there are those who already had you from the start... ...without them even trying. one look, one smile, and bam! you're hooked for life! sad but true. (c) Pinterest #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

there are those who do their best to win your heart, and there are those who already had you from the start... ...without them even trying. one look, one smile, and bam! you're hooked for life! sad but true. (c) Pinterest #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

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a garden full of flowers is the gift he offers her. no flashy sports cars, no sprawling mansions, no bank books in his name. the only thing he can give her is his tiny flower garden, the product of callused hands, soiled knees, and endless days under the sun. he doesn't think his offering will impress her, for he knows she is used to receiving gifts fit for princesses and queens. he bows his head humbly in greeting and then presents a bouquet of roses as he tells her about his little garden -- the only possession he could claim. little did he know that the girl he thought was a spoiled brat and a snob, was also secretly in love with his beautiful flower garden and him. not every girl is easily impressed by the things that money can buy. in actuality, there are those who give more weight to time, effort, sincerity, respect, love, and other things that money can never buy. #flowergarden #simplegift #sincerelove #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

a garden full of flowers is the gift he offers her. no flashy sports cars, no sprawling mansions, no bank books in his name. the only thing he can give her is his tiny flower garden, the product of callused hands, soiled knees, and endless days under the sun. he doesn't think his offering will impress her, for he knows she is used to receiving gifts fit for princesses and queens. he bows his head humbly in greeting and then presents a bouquet of roses as he tells her about his little garden -- the only possession he could claim. little did he know that the girl he thought was a spoiled brat and a snob, was also secretly in love with his beautiful flower garden and him. not every girl is easily impressed by the things that money can buy. in actuality, there are those who give more weight to time, effort, sincerity, respect, love, and other things that money can never buy. #flowergarden #simplegift #sincerelove #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

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the little girl believed that fairies were real and that her fairy tale book spoke the truth. now, the little girl has become a lady and she still believes in fairies and fairy tales; and, that love meant happy-ever-after. how can i tell her that everything is untrue? lies quash the pure and the innocent. i am cursed to be her bearer of bad news. Breaking the heart of the innocent. #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

the little girl believed that fairies were real and that her fairy tale book spoke the truth. now, the little girl has become a lady and she still believes in fairies and fairy tales; and, that love meant happy-ever-after. how can i tell her that everything is untrue? lies quash the pure and the innocent. i am cursed to be her bearer of bad news. Breaking the heart of the innocent. #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

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you think she's yours to hold, but she loves another, you're told. that shakes you to the core, you had so much love in store. what a sad thing it is to see, a soul that felt so free, a heart that gets broken when it has only started to mend. and then sometimes, we fall for the one who isn't ours... most of us keep searching for that one true love and yet, it feels like not everyone has a destined half... #search #lovingthewrongone #taken #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

you think she's yours to hold, but she loves another, you're told. that shakes you to the core, you had so much love in store. what a sad thing it is to see, a soul that felt so free, a heart that gets broken when it has only started to mend. and then sometimes, we fall for the one who isn't ours... most of us keep searching for that one true love and yet, it feels like not everyone has a destined half... #search #lovingthewrongone #taken #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

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use your words, young soul. never try to stop its flow. you have that gift, let your mind float adrift, as your hand paints a portrait of the storms, the earthquakes that your heart endures. not everyone may wish to see the rolling tides that batter thee. but surely, everyone can comprehend that spirits get broken every now and then. To Writers: that they continue letting the words flow. #writing #writer #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

use your words, young soul. never try to stop its flow. you have that gift, let your mind float adrift, as your hand paints a portrait of the storms, the earthquakes that your heart endures. not everyone may wish to see the rolling tides that batter thee. but surely, everyone can comprehend that spirits get broken every now and then. To Writers: that they continue letting the words flow. #writing #writer #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

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His words, written in blood Will never touch her heart. His tears shall never melt her. She turned to ice. a little too late, for the heart that waited already turned to ice... #yqbaba #yqdidi #heartbreak #lettinggo #grief #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

His words, written in blood Will never touch her heart. His tears shall never melt her. She turned to ice. a little too late, for the heart that waited already turned to ice... #yqbaba #yqdidi #heartbreak #lettinggo #grief #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #diwa

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She forces him to reconsider, To look deep within his soul. But he had places to discover, And miles and miles to go. So, she let him go. we can only do so much. in the end, we simply need to let go. #lettinggo #heartbreak #riderlove #motolove #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #bored #diwa

She forces him to reconsider, To look deep within his soul. But he had places to discover, And miles and miles to go. So, she let him go. we can only do so much. in the end, we simply need to let go. #lettinggo #heartbreak #riderlove #motolove #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #wordplay #bored #diwa

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draped in darkness, he failed to glean her light. he had perfect vision; but he was blind. we don't see the beauty we hold even when it is right in front of us. #hiddenbeauty #hiddentreasure #randompoetry #randomthoughts #yqbaba #bored #wordplay #diwa

draped in darkness, he failed to glean her light. he had perfect vision; but he was blind. we don't see the beauty we hold even when it is right in front of us. #hiddenbeauty #hiddentreasure #randompoetry #randomthoughts #yqbaba #bored #wordplay #diwa

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"Help me forget you," she pleads. With tears in her eyes, She looks at him sadly, And does her best to still her hand. "I will," he tells her gently. With a heavy heart, He leaves her at the door, Cloaking his broken soul. She shuts the door, Deletes his face, Removes his number, And cries herself to slumber. He starts his bike, Fully opens the throttle, Releases all the brakes, And rides the night in ache. A love that needs to be forgotten. #shatteredlove #riderlove #motolove #heartbreak #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #diwa

"Help me forget you," she pleads. With tears in her eyes, She looks at him sadly, And does her best to still her hand. "I will," he tells her gently. With a heavy heart, He leaves her at the door, Cloaking his broken soul. She shuts the door, Deletes his face, Removes his number, And cries herself to slumber. He starts his bike, Fully opens the throttle, Releases all the brakes, And rides the night in ache. A love that needs to be forgotten. #shatteredlove #riderlove #motolove #heartbreak #yqbaba #yqdidi #randompoetry #randomthoughts #diwa