After a few licks from his massive tongue, we stopped in awe,
Savoured and eaten.
No lady is home-baked,
Or taken in the kitchen.
Finally.
The next: mirrored
by horses' legs,
My husband: a self-made tunnel in the Sand.
(Gaelic for beautiful)
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