Of golden times and bad luck
The loaves of bread cried out: "Oh, pull us out, pull us out, or we'll burn. We've already been baked."
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The loaves of bread cried out: "Oh, pull us out, pull us out, or we'll burn. We've already been baked."
No accompaniment required
No minimum height required
No minimum age required
