Dear French Bread,
Why do you tempt me so?
You are my favorite bread.
I can't help but to love you.
You're so delicious with my soup or pasta
But you're the best on you're own.
As i sit here on the bus, i cant stop eating you.
By the time we get home, you will be gone.
And i will be fat.
Haha ... i knew i should have just passed the bread by, but noooo. Now im gonna be a fatass.
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