Spicy Love Chilli Hot!A Poem by andrew mitchellMy grandparents and my mum were born in India of English descent and make the most delicious curries.
When she said. Tikka my Marsala."
I knew she was Indian. I gave her a pinch of my Vindaloo, hot. She Korma me I gave her Raita then Madras. She then said. "Pappa Dum!" I gave her a Chapati or two!" I said. "Certainly not!" " I'm a Rogan Josh on Beef Rendang!" She said. " Hi! I'm Chicken Tandoori." " Nice to bake you!" Later I gave her one. A Pakora with the lot! She was full after that. We were spicy in love, " Chilli Hot!"
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Added on November 7, 2015Last Updated on November 7, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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