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you said I'm round because of chocolates
and keep telling me to lose some weight
but I wasn't born just to eat salad
it is a meaningful life I want to create

'it is a nightmare to have his chin
like layers of cheese under a bubble"
but let me tell you first about your skin
I don't think your wrinkles are countable

I admit my face is as oily as cheese
and you keep holding your laugh until you chuckle
I'm sorry to tell you this
but your pimples  look like thousand of nipples

there once you said I'm always last
losing a race even to a snail
what is the point of walking so fast
are you heading to hell?

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