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FOOD
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Food is something meant to give the teeth something to do like chips and meat and fancy food to chew.
Eye make a place in my between my lips and lipps for food it does not stay in me  for the seventy-two hours that's required of men to digest them the things that they have eaten. Eye have a twenty-four hour system not sure exactly why other than the quick that eye am now the quick that eye become the thing is not the creature that you see before you the spirit is inside it keeps the stuffins in me from becoming dry. The body works much too quickly to get it in my blood. The excess is eliminated in the same way shape and manner of a frog.
Please and thank you once again for reading this my pen an ode to food no song intended to be sung no one to abject carefully just what it is he does. The food is not the all be all that people make it out to be it is so nice to have it so nice to eat it and hard to be without but once a MAN went 40 days without a biscuit please and made it to be fed by his HOLY angels and even ministrated he was oil upon his brow this is of course my reference to the JESUS, bread of life , the real food of us all.


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