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"Garlic"
My breath stinks, So kiss, I can't. Garlicky tongue; Garlicky lungs. Pasta and pizza, A new tofu dish Rice or some breadstuffs Are all drenched with it. So this concludes My ode to Garlic * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Written for MOO for President
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