I think to thou steak of potato,
it is the gravy.
What ladle would grant such spoon of silk,
the thread.
Gold surely says to what is that stay,
the grace.
Napkin shore to whom is made,
the factors.
Great findings gave way,
these borrowings speak sleigh as Christmas is the shining light.
Rooftop to Chimney,
the glow.
Warmth from sorted,
millions corn yet these words are surely torn from books before chapter swords,
the groove is loves grain.
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