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Potato Poem


BertyCollosal

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Life is incomplete without a spoonful of hash,

life is meaningless with a potato stash,

When I am sad, I just call over my bud,

and he will drive to the store to buy my some spuds.

 

Baked, boiled, or even scalloped, I don't really care,

a tater is a tater, no matter how or where.

So throw away your broccoli, and throw out your clams,

and instead just go in buy a bowl full of yams.

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