One pie
ooey gooey
toasty crunchy
pizza crust
one slice is simply not enough
I could eat the whole box
Dare I say I have eaten the whole box again
why did no one tell me I had sauce on my face?
Because I ate it alone
I just couldn´t help myself
the crust was just right
the cheese melted to perfection
I could say this pizza stole a pizza my heart
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