Thank you.
Please accept my poem about soup as a review and recommendation.
soup...
I'll tell you, friends, I'll tell you.
Take an example, "keep it in mind."
I "walked" through the soups.
There was a new taste every day.
On Monday, meat soup.
On Tuesday, Wednesday, I ate pickle.
Thursday, Friday - mushroom.
On weekends, the soup is "cold".
I ate and drank with pleasure.
The soup is nectar for my lips.
Well, I really wanted to
A few words about the soup.
DL2024