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Shrinks, the tumor in his brain
Thinks, I can think again
Gone, scents of burnt toast
offerings
 
Although
he did admittedly
enjoy it thoroughly
mostly with his morning roast  
or tea  
and eggs
and bacon  
and ...  
 
Absence makes the heart fonder
O! How it yearned
for that bread badly burned
 
Begs the question
now that his sense of
smell has returned,
 
What the fuck STINKS in here?!
 
 
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