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She tends to rouse the men up like a fencer with a sword cause handling meat and cheeses is her calling from the Lord A quarter pound of turkey and a half a pound of cheese asking which and how he liked it, he says "Any way you please" A halfa pound of swiss gets more, if you don't care what the price is less the holes, you'd get the same, with holes you get more slices So if you want to spend it down, and don't care 'bout the holes and flavor's what you're looking for, try rye with seeds, not rolls I came in for some loose meat, (and by now he's getting flustered) then BUY the meat, and get the ROLLS, but don't forget the mustard The crowd grew still, all eyes were on his face, now glowing red he came in for some loose meat, not the fixings OR the bread A quarter pound of turkey and a half a pound of cheese I'll take the Swiss, cut thinly Miss, in silence if you please! Was one fine pearl, this deli girl who cut his cheese that day for each thin slice, her sacrifice, to shut her mouth and pray And once the meat was cut and bound in plastic with a price she took the time to slam it down and yelled, "next up, be nice!" She handles meats and cheeses like a fencer with a sword but lives to serve her customer, a calling from the Lord
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Deli Girl
She tends to rouse the men up like a fencer with a sword cause handling meat and cheeses is her calling from the Lord A quarter pound of turkey and a half a pound of cheese asking which and how he liked it, he says "Any way you please" A halfa pound of swiss gets more, if you don't care what the price is less the holes, you'd get the same, with holes you get more slices So if you want to spend it down, and don't care 'bout the holes and flavor's what you're looking for, try rye with seeds, not rolls I came in for some loose meat, (and by now he's getting flustered) then BUY the meat, and get the ROLLS, but don't forget the mustard The crowd grew still, all eyes were on his face, now glowing red he came in for some loose meat, not the fixings OR the bread A quarter pound of turkey and a half a pound of cheese I'll take the Swiss, cut thinly Miss, in silence if you please! Was one fine pearl, this deli girl who cut his cheese that day for each thin slice, her sacrifice, to shut her mouth and pray And once the meat was cut and bound in plastic with a price she took the time to slam it down and yelled, "next up, be nice!" She handles meats and cheeses like a fencer with a sword but lives to serve her customer, a calling from the Lord
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
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