Minus Model Girl Poem

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Without the model girl.. This is what I can write.. Read.

Crisp, Crisp, Crisp,
Turkey bacon tasted nice,
Warmth of black tea felt,
From throat all the way down,
Toasted bread, peanut butter and peach spread,
Whew, woo while eating I said,
My lips said it, right ear heard it, left ear heard it,
Fat machine in belly converted,
All that to fat and around waist wrapped,
Heart beat a beat more for the body,
Knowing no heart can care for mine out there exists.

It sucks isn’t it?

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