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Egg Salad

of all the sandwiches there are to eat why does one taste like defeat it's nothing that i ever craved just something my mom made egg salad yuck a hamburger or sloppy joe baloney or meatloaf cold ham or grilled cheese BLT if you please tuna salad or deviled ham even open up that can of spam pimento cheese or barbecue even chicken salad would do turkey chicken fry an egg almost anything made of pig don't forget the p and j hot dogs are here to stay meatball or tasty italian irish corn beef or classic rueben roast beef or patty melt steak and cheese will make me shout before you grind that cute lamb i am okay with bread and jam but egg salad is rather plain of all sandwiches it's mundane but now mom has passed away i eat egg salad on her birthday

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