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#26
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Mekatra
A*DIC*TED
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How I do love most every cake,
I eat enough the scale to break,
No sponge nor icing, my craving will slake,
Yet there is one foul substance I gladly forsake
That chunky, funky mess, it must be a mistake.
Cry horror and run, your tastebuds' souls it will take,
Season's greetings, it snarls, the vile fruitcake.
Answer my riddle to earn a prize!
You'll always feel it, but can never see it. It's strong but shatters easily. You can give it away but never hold it. What is it?
Pm me the answer, no cheating please!
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Posted 12-23-2019, 11:00 AM
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