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There are times where food matters the most
There are times where food is given to the lost
And there are times where food is just 'makan'-ed by the ghosts

The chef cuts the hen's neck
boils and fries till check
He lays it all out on an Aluminium tray
For ghosts to eat till fray

The ghosts just grab and chew
making odd noises like, "Yum!" and "Crunch!"
For the food was just chill

Then came the fellowship
laughter strewn all around
People making faces chip,
"I look so round!"

How wonderful the buffet was
When everyone was fed
Tummy full till gas
And to release it was just sad...

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Some sort of weird poem...lol...about food glorious food

~2:19 am