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Some like a hearty breakfast, others just a roll
You need fuel in your furnace to face life's rigours
Yet some agonise over their self-image
Wayward minds obsessing about their figures
I'm not surprised you keep fainting
I've told you till I'm blue in the face
Cottage cheese and a slice of Ryvita
Leaves you reeling all over the place
You staggered and all but fain...
Friday 31st July 2020 11:20 am
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