Touching the toes of the great lizard pot is the way to silent explosions of taste.
The heat of the fire becomes the air as it sends a message to the chase.
Grab for the unreachable in the face of correction and the piglet will curse the butterfly.
Ending the flutter and wave of the courtship dance.
It's easy as the crab cakes of her pout.
Have a whacked Wednesday!
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