porridge poem ( meop egdirrop )
grain of the quakers, the crofters & me tossers ( of cabers ) - the caledonii winter is whipping a storm on the sea sweeten with sugar, a splodge of honey milk of the almond, the thistle or goat warming december - the meal of the oat bowls for the golden, a grizzly or three breakfast for supper & porridge for tea ...
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