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A sport
And we do not crave
And what does addiction mean?
No glory is our desire, a lie
The best arm is aimed
The thrashing of egos and
Emotions. Lest you cry
When your food is placed on the platter
Examine it well
There are no regrets
Eating excessively is sin!
Stop before you're homeless
Gone in the dark
And alone in defeat
Impossible
So continue, like a true gentleman
It's almost a farewell to arms..
But your aces are high
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