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| 245. Sweets I smell the sweets stored in the case Such pastries I’d love to devour I’m being so good on my diet But don’t get mush for an hour I’ve lost ten pounds without a catch Taking only a month to get this goal I’ve been on this latest diet fad But for some chocolate I’d give my soul The people around me smile and eat Succulent morsels passing through their lips I try to restrain myself and to be good Knowing that delights end up on my hips Yet a simple taste is all it took The waitress had been so very kind I’d decided to engorge myself on sweets Tomorrow the lost pounds I’ll surely find |
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