Rhymes of My Times
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
That's a Moufuu...
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Blessèd food! Baked, sautéed, nuked, or fried!
Without eats, this whole race would have died.
Don’t forget stuff that’s dried,
Boiled, pickled, or lye’d;
How we love a repast, true-and-tried.
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