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Chain, Chain, Chain

I love to dine in restaurants of fame.

No matter where I travel they're the same.

 

The servers introduce themselves by name

and always make me happy that I came.

 

Although the food is never what they claim

I tell the cook I'm sure he's not to blame.

 

My churning gut is difficult to tame.

The restroom's out of order, what a shame.

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Sep 8, 2010
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