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Food


Walking to the kitchen for something to eat

Rubbing my stomach, I smelt the meat.

When I came in the kitchen I saw eggs and bacon.

From the scent of the food, I was already taken.

 

Burgers, fries, a steaming apples pie

I was in Heaven, I thought I could fly.

Tacos, burritos, tortillas with cheese

All I needed was a 7/11 slurpee.

 

For dinner I had turkey and ham

After I finished, I had to say damn!

For desert I had cookies and cream

I was disappointed for it was all a dream.

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