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Fry Loves\


I see them in my dreams 

Though occasionally in my oven

Thou haveth beauty even Shakespeare would fail to describe 

So gold and crispy 

They meet the definition of  'perfect'

Thanks is given each thanksgiving for this glorious fried slice of heaven

A delacacy like none other

Fries will always have a special place in my heart 

Do not fret when I eat thou

We shall meet again

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