I am wont
To forget the pattern:
That those residing in my fridge,
Cooling and crisping as they do,
Will only see the bright of life,
As death comes closer.
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A starch adventure of epic proportions
I am wont
To forget the pattern:
That those residing in my fridge,
Cooling and crisping as they do,
Will only see the bright of life,
As death comes closer.
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