User:Saturn comes back around
"So, our secret," sayeth the priest
To the baker, "is we never use yeast."
"Our dough, it will rise,
"With our Lord in the skies!
"Our Sa-vi-our, lately deceased."
Hi.
"So, our secret," sayeth the priest
To the baker, "is we never use yeast."
"Our dough, it will rise,
"With our Lord in the skies!
"Our Sa-vi-our, lately deceased."
Hi.