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Just I reach the entrance to the apartment bloc
Where I reside,
A lady  tenant picks up her freshly delivered
Mcwhatwever fast food at the door.
So I was used to the pizza guy  making his delivery
Of a small-medium-large all dress, extra cheese
And a two-litre of pop on the side.
That seemed a normal kind of
''I don't feel like cooking'' food
And still rating as some sort of food.
Far from the junk I saw delivered.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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