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The cap emerged from the leaf strewn path Doffing duff and dew The Gnome blinked his eyes as he stood cap to cap He knew just what to do. Its cap was as red as the one on his head With speckles as white as the snow Some say it’s toxic, will leave you dead But that’s not what the Gnomes know. The Gnome knows it’s good, be it cooked or raw That it makes a most potent brew The Gnome got on his knees as he started to saw, Thinking of mushroom stew.
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Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 2:09 PM UTC
Mushroom Stew