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Cheeseburgers


My body fills with joy as the grease fills my mouth,

I know that in an hour it will come out my south.

Friends to my left and friends to my right,

we bought enough meat to last us a fortnight.

When our stomachs are full we will sit on the ground,

Cheeseburgers make the world go round.

 

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