So spake simple simon

The pieman only simply turned, that
One pie be not
burned.' Simon simply overcome' with
empty gut, and tingling tongue..
Grabbed a deep dish, short crust one.'
Spake I need energy, i'm on a fun run
can I
Owe you for simply, this one?
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