Pointless poem 'bout bread.

March 27, 2011
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You crumble at the sign of pressure.
Yet you fill the stomach like a n parasite.
Your weak after warmth.
But when left alone you stiffen like a board.
Strong till pressure.
Weak with comfort.
Satisfying like love.
Alone you are a survivalist.
You is bread boy!

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