A poem about perseverance and kneading dough with your bottom. Who says you need hands to be a great chef? Unicorns CAN cook.
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Coleprosatic-mumpsile-flu
In this week’s poem, someone has a slightly unbelievable set of symptoms and only donuts seem to help. It’s totally a real disease. I saw it on the internet.
Coleprosatic-mumpsile-flu is nothing to sneeze at (pun intended).
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