Poetry for Freaks!

Ode to a nightingtoaster (by Pseudo Dave)
	Oh how i love thee nightingtoaster How thee bake an piece of bread; Crispy, butt soft; Reminds me of an spring morning; Toolshed and an hammer. Profound. An nightingtoaster. For about three weeks (ą)

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