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If my skillet's unearthed Some long time on By somethings human, They'd need a rune To reveal the smells Of Sunday breakfast, The sizzles and grizzles Of that relic. It won't explain What's to blame, From first fire, To my frying pan.
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
My Frying Pan
If my skillet's unearthed Some long time on By somethings human, They'd need a rune To reveal the smells Of Sunday breakfast, The sizzles and grizzles Of that relic. It won't explain What's to blame, From first fire, To my frying pan.
francie-lynch
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
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