Oregon's Wizard Island Folk, Song
Windswept shave emulsifies the face
of the Lake.
The fowl in the air bnb, giggles,
as it scans for exfoliant fish to delicate.
She put her order in over thirty minutes ago.
Well before the Cranes and the Eagles,
but maybe they ordered to go?
Wizard Isle,
if you're gonna act like a French snob
then I will complain about the lack of salt,
(waiter)
how hard is your job?
Why this is culinary assault, inn 'salt !
~Discover Oregon
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