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Friday, August 28, 2020

My poetry

 Ode to crunchie rocks!

On the outside you look like:
  • A brown choclate rock.
  • A patato cooked on my plate.
  • A clump of dirt in my garden.

You feel like:
  • A sticky peace of glue
  • A bumpy mountan
  • A baby´s bottom after a bath

When I eat you you taste like
  • Cunchie sand at the beach
  • Heven in a blob
  • A meltty peace of ice cream