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Crispy crisp within my bowl
apple crisp I yum up whole typing while I sup it down cinnamon and nutmeg brown oops I burned it, ouch it's hot milk will cool it, not a lot sloppy sloopy apple-goopy burned-out pan soaks (sudsy soup-y) Every day I cook it up slice my apples, cup for cup mix in lemon, juice and zest mess more dishes, scrub the rest shoo-flies want it, I say no smack them when they touch the bowl I will eat it, feast and dine make more crispy crisp next time
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