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IT SURE MAKES ME THINK
It sure makes me think when hunger depletes the earth and I overeat. And I overeat as much as I dare to hold, and still want dessert. And still want dessert: like a glutton I still graze, scoping for more food. Scoping for more food: eating fills my place of peace. plugging the empty. Plugging the empty: stuffing when the whole world starves-- it sure makes me think!
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