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I can peel or slice,
pound, crush or grind
and make food nice.
I can measure and chop,
shred, mince or mash
and pat to pulp.
I can liquidize,
blend, mix, distill
and pulverize.
Mind, I make no fun!
Wonder machine:
I’m all in one!
By sabitha, On - 2010-02-25



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