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Chips, Hips and Lips


Chips are good.

No.

Chips are great,

Unless you are Kate.

Kate can't have salt

I guess it's not her fault.

But still, who eats chips without salt?

The crunching munching satasfying sound 

On the couch is better than walking on the ground!

Unless you are Jim.

Jim goes to the gym so he can't have chips

In fact he helps people work off those hips!

 

 

 

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