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Written after eating a particularly satisfying french fry. |
| Ode on a French Fry Golden arches produce My heart's desire. That for which I yearn Desperately, restlessly, endlessly Was mine only moments ago. Too quickly I am sated; Gorged, engulfed. My appetites Are no longer mine to control When presented with those Golden sticks Flash-fried in peanut oil. |