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One More Bite 2

Our wing'ed friend's most important role

She dances between blossoms

Sweet and fragrant of soft pink and white

Lapping juice for her hive

Oh but for us

Almonds!

Brown and lovely ovals

Buttery nutty goodness

Transformed back to flour form

This busy bee,

Her hands deft and nimble

The alchemy of dries and wets

With all those perfect

Into pastry's most noble member

The Macaron

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