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Appetite

A Dining Hall’s famous passion And signal stomachs have vision. Not shown ignites cook’s confusion, The proudest chef slight convulsion… Determines how far feeders go With that which makes human being grow; The Richest Cake won’t with one flow, If sugar does not make one glow, The blackest dish as white as snow, Because one’s captured mind it’d blow… Poorest Appetite – Appetizer, Aroused one skips sanitizer. But now things are horribly tight Commonsense rules, not Appetite, Your Heavy lunch to now make light, So that next meals come with less fight.

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