Oh what more do I crave
Than a delicious soup,
Awakening my kindred spirit.
Any time, I see or taste
An u’juju soup made
From veronica comforter
It always takes me
Back in time; remembering
My grandmother’s pot.
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Native fly: Grandma’s Pot
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Lol ..welcome back.
Do you know this soup in Aba?
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No.. I don’t know it
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Okay
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