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An Ode To My French Fry


 

My oh my

How I live to die

For this delicious fry

 

What else would I want in life

Besides my health cut with a knife

The knife of a shortened life

 

We have created a deadly wonder

So addicting we all fall under

The spell, our innocents it plunders

 

The love I feel will never go

I’m trapped so now the world must know

America’s pants, we shall outgrow 

  

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