What a gloreous food.
Made in a box,
Shipped in a box,
Nuced in a box,
Puked in a box,
Easly prepaired for any mood.
Eat em by candle light,
Eat em in a robe if you like,
Eat em in ya under wear,
Eat em in ya sox,
You can even eat em in tha nude.
Pirate Love Magic Man
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