Sixty Ninth 69

Six to nine.
Sixty Ninth.
Strip mine.
To find Strychnine.
Two fiddle heads form a heart.
But one has to be upright and other has to face apart.
Blender blades stacked together other spiral in opposition motions.
Similar to the grand motions of the unfathomable galaxy’s potions.
So here is a heart shaped cookie that I bake just for you to calm your mood.
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