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How Crusty The Crust? By Schmittavius The Third, Esq. The crust splinters, pastry splaying. Juice spilling, apple chunks spraying. Indistinguishable mulch, lumpy and thick. A mixture of fruits, to the roofs of mouth stick. The mighty have fallen; chopped, tenderised. A mish-mash of fruit, mixed, generalised. Orwellian in design, their part to play. Yet. No uniform bare they, no share perfect. Always cheap cherries' sweetness, apple taste direct. Variance is the key, taste buds the lock. The taste of pie, really does...rock. |
I got bored during English class.
