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So before I begin this one.....I AM OBSESSED WITH PICKLES....

So yea,

that brought on this poem...

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Don't Ever Forget my Pickles

By: Amulya Balusu

All I wanted

Was a sandwich.

Soft velvet flat wheat bread,

With almost every vegetable in the known world.

Sprinkle in the barbecue chicken

And oh my gosh

A godly sandwich fit for my soul.

BUT NO

YOU HAD TO GO AND MESS EVERYTHING UP

I told you my toppings

Lettuce.

Tomato.

Pickles.

Pickles.

PICKLES.

You had to go and forget the most important ingredient to this delicious deluxe.

You had to go and RUIN

EVERYTHING for me.

I will hate you to the end Mr.Subway

If I see you again. Don't plan on living to see the next day.

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