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ServeFree


Sitting in the commons In a hungry mood No meal 'cause I'm OC Will friends bring me food? Good time to have some close mates So whatever my state I simply stand and shout out: "Someone bring me a plate!" But stealing food displeases And testimony mars Not mentioning the kitchen At home, unused lies ours So beginning Tuesday thisweek I'll once more bring my lunch Eat lots of food more tasty Escape the serv'ry's clutch
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