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Sandwhich and the sand


here i am

stuck on the sand

with a ham and cheese footlong in my hand

it has pickles and cheese

with mustard to please

oh how i love roasted honey ham

tomatoes on top

salt and pepper to pop

here i am

stuck on the sand

with an endless footlong in my hand

i dont need a pb and j

or any mayo to dismay

toasted please

with careful ease

here i am

stuck in the sand

with a yummy footlong in my hand

may it last forever

and hopefully will never

leave whatsoever

so i never have to sever my own hand

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