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Food Shortage

Manufacturing mistakes or fragrant fraud Decide for yourself but the produce is flawed Average contents fifty, on this match box of mine But when I counted, their was only forty nine If they sold a million match box a day, with one match short That’s a million matches saved, theirs a thought Misery A box of headache pills with half the box blanks That is enough to give you a headache, many thanks Misery Polo, the mint with the hole All that mint saved by not making it a whole Misery Call me Ebaneezer but hold your horses please Mints with holes and they do the same with cheese Misery My wife bought some skinless sausages The pack said “Thirty Sausage” produced online She counted them three times There was only twenty nine Misery I think it is a deliberate, food production play To cut the people short, you don’t get for what you pay Go to your food store and pull something out to count Just to see, if you get the right amount Misery Sponsored by Edward Ibeh 1/1/2019

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