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#spud
The color of mud, they live underground. Only coming up when they want to be found. Oh, woe is me, a mere farmer, that I produce a product as ugly as me. It can't help its oblong nature, bland taste or simple denature. ‘Tis but a spud of different types, colors, and shapes, yet still manages to have a bud. A simple starch, that much is known, but when added to things, it brings in a life all its own.
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
Murphies
Potatoes, potatoes! They grow in the ground, When you dig them up they're muddy, brown and round, Potatoes, potatoes! Delicious mashed, But they don't taste so good if they've been bashed, Potatoes, potatoes! Steamy in their jacket, Potatoes, potatoes! Fresh in their packet, Potatoes, potatoes! Can be made into chips, Potatoes, potatoes! Are best when they're crisps!
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
Potatoes