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Image Link“Cast Your Iron This”
Iron man, holds heavy pan.
Sizzle and a griddle.
Eggs and bacon,
Campers waken,
Hissing from the middle.
Tasty morsels, full endorsements.
Cooking up the goodies.
No rejecting,
Plates accepting,
Heaping spoons bring good eats.
Iron wool, a pocketful.
To scrub a dirty pan.
Scour here,
And over there.
A regular pioneer man.
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2 responses to ““Cast Your Iron This””
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Cast Iron throws out the eats.
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And now, I’m hungry.
Hello,
I’m Christopher Paul Hickey
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