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Spa, get it?

I like to eat spaghetti with my face.

I like to throw it like confetti

or wear it on my waist.

Whether it be freshly made

or reheated after 12 days.

I use the noddles as a short blade.

I like to hear them crack and crunch like a bag of lays.

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