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Late hour spent
Arranging all potatoes
According to the ranks
Warm kitchen light is dim
I pat tucked napkins
On their round sides
For night
Let their dreams be full of glory
Of holy interstellar war
Of last millennia they fought
Until the morning
Against the enemies of God
 
A ten pound bag for five ninety-nine
What a nice deal, a cheap way to dine
Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew
A tasty treat that's quite good for you

The shelf life is long but they're wont to grow
In a cool dark place this process can slow
Once they are sprouting you quickly must eat
Potatoes rule and I just think they're neat
 
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