Leave the Store without any Nutrition
I race my grocery cart past the produce aisle
the manager there gives me a smirking smile
I am headed for the bakery in the back
lemon scones and blueberry muffins are now in my sack
I leave the grocery with no nutrition at all
These sweet starchy trips will be my downfall.
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