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We're all doomed. ALL of us. Not a rod or tomb in a world of good old lamb posts. Don't make doom for food, all the toast will become Soup, for an hour or two, with a mask of desert Dessert. Flies at you with unstoppable power! Makes you think, makes you cry, puts you in an oven gives you hope, makes feel Tomorrow is another day, waiting in the food filled hours, never will the cookiejuice run out all the sauce flows in tune forever blanketing the truth of turf jumping in a summer while, making sure the bread is thin.