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| 340. Food I couldn’t stop although I tried A dozen desserts laid side by side Although a simple bite would have done My mind required some culinary fun I engorged my stomach with the sweets I couldn’t decide between so many treats So I just inhaled them all And for another round I did call For although I’ve seen my hefty weight I couldn’t resist cleaning my plate Though people just don’t understand I’m never happy without food in my hand |
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