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Salsa

Ketchup is what we ate On almost any thing Father put it On his eggs And a friend Put it on ice cream Great on fries I always thought And I put it On my steaks Now how ever Times have changed As they Always do Salsa is now What they eat On all sorts Of things So I did Give it a try Ate it on This and that And I find it Rather plain Just different No great thing But salsa In the thing Ketchup gone Done away But for me Upon my eggs Ketchup is Just the thing

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