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Hunger Republic


Alert o! Foodie stuff Thy presence now I greet I endure thy slow pace I prithee saliver I taste. Thy plains is why I cough Coughs of hunger. Will try to strangle me thus. My struggle for patience. My Google of pipsqueak Would kitchen pip Hunger republic There I am In the kitchen pip Equality of ingredients Will surely invite rodents. No racism does insist at pot I waited I know am prudent. Hunger republic Alas! The warm embrace My stomach will itself brace. My utensils had in anticipation gazed. Oh my wait goest not to waste.
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