Fries

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From bed, I arise
For the love of fries
I love it just being plain
And I keep buying again

It all started being simple potatoes
and challenges we face are the process
ended up dipped sauce from picked tomatoes
She does her best not being careless

Food makes her happy
If food is being wasted it makes it crappy
Everyone has a greedy side
Sometimes we even hide.

Food never breaks your heart
But sometimes plays an evil role in their part
As the saying goes "Everything Kills."
And for the rest of your life you pay the bills.

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