
Dear slices of heaven for this hungry heart, I will happily marry each of you to my mouth and I might even write you all a prothalamion from this poetaster to boot.
“Oh, when pizza pains harry the tumbly into a grumbly, use legerity to toss the dough thin ‘fore peps sufficiently top o’er the cheesey marriage of savory flavours of love.” : P
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