02/18/2026
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Ode to Corn on the Cob
Golden rows lined up like summer sunshine,
butter melting, dripping, absolutely divine.
Salt in the air, laughter nearby,
juice on your fingers — don’t even try.
Sideways bites, straight down the line,
every kernel a tiny taste of time.
Backyard grills, late July heat,
simple, messy, perfect to eat.
No forks, no rules, just bite and grin,
let the sweet, sweet chaos begin.
Because nothing says joy, loud and clear,
like corn on the cob this time of year 🌽