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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
What strange food combinations do you enjoy?
I have just eaten my dinner, and was talking to a friend while I was eating, and he found it odd that I chose to dip chocolate in yogurt before eating it. I will admit that some of my meal choices can be strange at times, but it got me thinking:
What things do you eat that you think are normal, but everyone around you thinks are strange? I look forward to hearing from you all!