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Ode to a nightingtoaster
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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 (±)