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Pringles

Is that Pringles?
Oh wow there’s cake,
Drink!
It couldn’t be controlled nor tammed,
The funny tune my stomach played and I couldn’t dance,
The immediate joy the cooked rice gave to me,
Damn! Turned me into a foodie
Full of happiness.

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