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ODE To A Bologna Sandwich

Oh dearest of friend some caloric energy you lend.

Rapped up in bread , a soft place where you bed.

Cuddling there, without a care

Stacked so high, in my mouth I must pry.

  Some turn up their nose at the parts you enclose.

But I say to them... All your parts come from Him

Him up above, the one pure as the dove.

So nay say I will not, degrade you one mot.

  You are a true friend, made of all our animal kin.

Bologna you are... a lunchtime Star.  JD

 

Comments1

  • Yoki

    Que gracioso jejejeje



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