Pie
Pie,
I like pie,
mainly I don't really know why,
With one's eye,
without color digh,
Pies seem delicious,
Why?,
I didn't like Pie,
Too Messy and crummy without even a try,
But because of a guy named Sai,
And a couple ice cream scoops of Rie,
Now I like Pie!
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