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White bread, all soft and gooie
so good to eat I tear the crust from the edges and mold the center to what I want What I think I need My lover so handsome and clever so very pleasing to the eye I dig down deeper and find nothing nothing worth keeping Now, whole wheat, that's something else. Course, and slightly crunchy It leaves a sweet aftertaste that nourishes your body My soul knows the difference Why can't my mind catch up? I'm hungry for a good substantial bread....
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