You weren't mine, but then you were.
Borrowed, begged, eaten.
Glycemic index be damned,
to the fiery metabolic inferno you go!!
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A slapdash flight into a world of poems that should not exist. Big Red, a lone crusader championing the cause of the the fruits, the veggies, against criminal foods who operate in a world above the healthy diet.
"Borrowed" eh? I say STOLEN!
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