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Feb 2015
Wandering around this room there is nothing but despair,
Misguided souls forced to walk this life from dusk till dawn,
But there is one man, who is aware.
The sight of salvation eggs him on.

Guided by nothing but his love for food,
His eyes become seduced at first glance.
Only in his mind has the object become lewd,
This poor soul has become stuck in a trance.

A piece of pumpkin pie rests on top of a table,
The lost soul makes the pilgrimage to his mistress.
He takes a bite without reading the label,
The forbidden food causes a rare sickness.

Only one word is written on the grave stone, β€œBeware”.
Dedicated to my guy Mark Lewis
Paco Manchez
Written by
Paco Manchez
   unknown and Mark The Vagabond
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