No need to say,
but the saying goes—
enclosed in an oven’s
heated space, you’ll
rise, I’ll rise, we’ll
form a kissing-crust
though everything that
contains us might be
too hot to touch.
In response to Webster's Forgotten Words.
No need to say,
but the saying goes—
enclosed in an oven’s
heated space, you’ll
rise, I’ll rise, we’ll
form a kissing-crust
though everything that
contains us might be
too hot to touch.
In response to Webster's Forgotten Words.