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Aug 2013
Oh food
Used many years ago
For nourishment
And survival

Used today
As a tasteful way
To relieve
Pent up stress

Addicted
You are my friend
Happy to appease
My selfish tongue

In food
There is escape
A small light
Of blissful ignorance

When friends can't help
And therapy won't do
I always know
I can count on you

Food
Darren Brown
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