Words sparingly like spice oil
pictures paint the cook book
sometimes when we find each other
we sit and stare and look
though I'm ever skin and bone
I am still amazed
I can spit and wink and grin
and listen, listen ... out comes praise.
Once I have sufficiently moistened the little puck, I like being able to share the yellow, or any other color, over multiple surfaces so tha...
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