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Post by GrannyG on Dec 30, 2007 19:07:37 GMT -6
The Twenty-Third Pound My appetite is my shepherd, I shall always want... It makes me to sit down and stuff myself... It leadeth me in the path of "Burger King" for a whopper... It destroys my shape... Yea, though I knoweth I gaineth... I will not stop eating for the food tasteth so good... The ice cream and cookies, they comfort me... When the table is spread before me, it excites me ! For I know that soon I shall dig in... As I filleth my plate continually, my clothes runneth smaller... Surely bulges and excess weight shall follow me all the days of my life... And I will be fat forever... Just had to go over it once more, before I resolve to do better. LOL. Who can eat zucchini without cheese on it? Who can eat sour-dough toast without the taste of butter? Who can eat zucchini muffins without pecans in them? Yes, I know I am weak. Shame on me !
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Post by biita on Dec 30, 2007 23:18:43 GMT -6
lol,, sounds like you got good taste to me.
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Post by Pharmer Phil on Dec 31, 2007 6:31:56 GMT -6
sounds like the weights upon us huh! I know one thing, thid line: "As I filleth my plate continually, my clothes runneth smaller" I don't often refill me plate...However, I do think I need to check out our dryer Me thinks it's shrinking our clothes...oh, thats right.. WE QUIT SMOKING ...8 months ago Told Laura dat ifin I keep cookin and bakin as often as I do, come spring .. Jerry springer and a film crew will be here cutting the side outa da house to get to me
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