Too many words, yet not enough to accurately describe it proportionately and properly.
Smoothly out the oven, the wafting nose of smell.
Crisp, buttery and flaky, the crust it held,
Inside there was mush, of peas, capsicum, onions, cheese, tomatoes, and leeks.
What to saw, but to stand in awe.
In the glory, of the greatest pie of all.
Erratic Behaviour
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