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September 03, 2005

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Bakerina

Toasty, buttery
Ciabatta
Stuffs my mouth
And stops my chatter.

This stanza alone should win you a Macarthur grant. At the very least, you should win a Nobel for it. :)

Julie

And here I thought it was gonna be the Booker prize, or at least a Pulitzer for

I dearly love
Oeuf en cocotte
But that takes time
What I ain’t got.

santos.

oh no, i'm with bakerina, it's gotta be the 'ciabatta' with 'chatter' rhyme.

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