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Make Bread Your Favorite Food

For official reasons claim it’s bread: Favorite food none other than Bread, On days you couldn’t have it turned red, For hours still awake though in bed; You don’t seem yourself, as you paths tread… In formal circles maintain Brown Bread, Though it should be Beans; anything not Bread: Because Christ himself had lived on Bread Plus the word of God: Richer Bread… Four thousand He’d fed with Fish and Bread, Five thousand, too, sustaining with Bread; Of life had proclaimed ‘He’s the Bread, On a dog subject dumped Meat for Bread: “Not proper to give to dogs kids’ Bread” In last supper: wine chasing down Bread… What Satan had discerned and used Bread!

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