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Curdled mass.

How has it come to this? I can no longer trust in the wheaties,
every other item might also segway into diabeaties. Or was it
diabeetus? Sweet god look at what they try and feed us. Corn
fed like uncle cleetus, are we all gonna let syurp defeat us?

Perhaps you seek the bovine divine looking for your cut
packed and wrapped meaty dividend. Wonder how far into
your colon you can pack it in? Maybe your heart will be
retrofitted with functional tin, all good until it breaks down
again.

Not to worry though I think theres a vaccine for that, run
down to walmart they can put it in your fatback. Then you'll
gobbbel down some flap-jacks. Don't worry your still a lil
under aged for the heart attacks.

Maybe you can slip through the mortal cracks, your best chances are
to chow down on another bowl of smacks.
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