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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Anzac biscuits poem

I am a brown tasty circle and I look like a cracked road and mountains with my other crumbs. I taste like coconut and nice sweet honey with peanuts dipped all over with me.
I feel like a melted ice block when I break apart. I smell like oats and coconuts with golden syrup mixed up.

I am an Anzac biscuit.
I am pretending to be bicuit

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