let me open this clam
cleanse it from sand
let the warm water run
i collect the hard tip
yellowish fleshy one
my finger; easy done
you must do the cooking
with your magic ingredients
sprinkle to taste like mist
stir to softness of touch
not so thick not so thin
on my lips like paper thin
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