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From a Collection of Poems by Irwin J. Goldman Better than a therapist, Better than a session of yoga, Ebru's Turkish yellow-lentil soup Will bring a smile to all parts Of your body. People will ask "Did you win the lottery?" "Were you on vacation?" It's her mother's ancient recipe And a modern electric blender That works the magic Or, perhaps, the poet Rumi in ecstasy Inhabiting her pots - One who sang of God's joy Even in soup. Want some cake with that? Here's a poem called Ebru's Cake. You'll love it.
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