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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