ChefA Poem by demuremindsA serving of toast -ed fib rubbed in with buttered slices, some fat inducing carbs for your absorbing mind, tell me, would you like corruption in your coffee, a spoon or two of libel, a receipt of your conceited vain, as I scorch these egg white lies? © 2012 demuremindsReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 17, 2012 Last Updated on August 17, 2012 AuthordemuremindsSan Diego, CAAbout20. California, US. Student: Bio Major. Coffee Enthusiast. Occasional writer. Read if you please. more..Writing
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