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Like a bird with a treasured idea,
the Arabic lady was feeding her husband -
in a gentle manner, as if in passing,
a forkful of chicken at a time.
She had the dressing in a little cup,
and dipped it first and moved along.
Fork by fork, slowly, they went on.
Then I noticed him feeding her;
in much the very same way, his
little seasoned meatballs and lettuce.
Almost one at a time, a piece of
this and a piece of that.
Like a bird with a treasured idea,
the Arabic lady was feeding her husband -
in a gentle manner, as if in passing,
a forkful of chicken at a time.
She had the dressing in a little cup,
and dipped it first and moved along.
Fork by fork, slowly, they went on.
Then I noticed him feeding her;
in much the very same way, his
little seasoned meatballs and lettuce.
Almost one at a time, a piece of
this and a piece of that.
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