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Dear Charlie,
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Julia in front of her stove has the same fascination for me
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As watching a kettle drummer at the symphony.
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The oven door opens and shuts so fast,
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You hardly notice
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The deft thrust of a spoon as she dips into a casserole,
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And up to her mouth for a taste check
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Like a perfectly-timed double beat on the drums.
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Then with her bare fingers,
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She snatches a set of cannelloni out of the pot of boiling water,
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And she cries,
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" These damn things are as hot as a stiff cock. "