The Taste Of Pies Read Count : 9

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Flowers blossom by the hour. Scented by the showers of springs dew. The Sweetest nectar dripping from the peaches raised in Georgia. Lips smacking and hands grabbing for a snack like you. Smashing and cracking nuts from the peacon trees growing tall in the east lands of the regions of the west, we are the best. I got to confess, I make this my test to tease you but my  job to please you in the words I crumble  together in the messiness of the warm apple pie.  the most delicious dish with a warmth beyond satisfaction. What a summer surprise. The seduction between each slice. Rippled flavors of fun always dancing on the tongue, what a wonderful cherry pie. Its sound alone has people singing songs. I can her you scream Melted with cream. I now can close my eyes and rest with the best, experiencing the most delicious things that exist. ( I have way to much time on my hands)

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