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dongarvin

Fried foods, denied foods. Just a prelude to my bad mood.
I want some Burger King and onion rings. And some sugar powdered sweetened things.
My malady is my calories. I can’t go over my dietary salary.
I gotta eat right, eat less, eat light, eat best. Exercise and exorcise my yearnings.
Stay inside my dietary earnings.
I keep up my morale by logging into My Fitness Pal,
where I can then rationale my strife for better health.
Amassing a world of athletic wealth.
So to all of us in this fight, in this dietary righteous plight,
here we can all unite and learn to eat the foods that right.
[bongo drums...finger snapping] Groovy.