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Potato

 Potatoes swing and sway in the high speed entropy of soil, which you notably call dirt. Communal rocks of great savvy, potatoes bring the high glycemic existential problem of hunger to the carry on. The fast food that makes you slow, potatoes share need without the sanctity of pity. They grow together in darksome jollity, so you will know them well. They apply pace to every meditation. Food has never been ordinary but potatoes supply the grandest view of downtown. Foodstuff and staple, potatoes provide divots for groundlings while the builders vie for opportunity. Born to live but a little space, you receive urge from potato's promise. A world of fried splendour awaits, so long as you can open your mouth. Your mouth indeed presents the vestry to your chapel. Carbohydrates follow a plan you will never master, but you can share what you have.


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