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Feb 2012
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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