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Fried asparagus for dinner
Never makes me glad. It's stringy and it's nasty And it makes my pee smell bad. I promise I won't like it, I don't even want a taste. No point in even trying It will just go straight to waste. Why can't we have burritos? Or maybe just grilled cheese? I'd rather have some ice cream With some chocolate syrup, please. I won't eat fried asparagus. I think I'll go to bed. I do not need to eat tonight, I'd rather starve instead.
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