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With delicate grace, I stuff my face.

There is no shame

Only the pain

The oinky oily pain.

Grab the nearest plate

It's time to celebrate.

Celeron inside, Celeron outside

Don't go too far now,

Don't even knoww how

Good.

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Published: Feb 6, 2012
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