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I sit down at a restaurant, A burger's my order; Ambitious is the chef, Never seen anyone bolder. She works her magic on the bun, The sauce is sweet and sour. Crispy lettuce, on it A meat patty full of power. She is taking her time to craft, And so I wait an hour; My hunger consumes me: There's nothing I couldn't devour. Done at last, a thing of beauty, Starving, I take a bite; It's flavor outstanding, Feels like I could even take flight. It is not a flawless sandwich, Filled with imperfection: Burnt here, too salty there; Still feels like I'm tasting heaven, Halfway through, I take a big bite, A mistake way too great: The burger falls apart; My ambition lead to my grave.
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Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC
A Burger Worth Loving
I sit down at a restaurant, A burger's my order; Ambitious is the chef, Never seen anyone bolder. She works her magic on the bun, The sauce is sweet and sour. Crispy lettuce, on it A meat patty full of power. She is taking her time to craft, And so I wait an hour; My hunger consumes me: There's nothing I couldn't devour. Done at last, a thing of beauty, Starving, I take a bite; It's flavor outstanding, Feels like I could even take flight. It is not a flawless sandwich, Filled with imperfection: Burnt here, too salty there; Still feels like I'm tasting heaven, Halfway through, I take a big bite, A mistake way too great: The burger falls apart; My ambition lead to my grave.
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18/M/Hungary
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC
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