The heart that is overfed is in as much trouble as the underfed.
To be bloated without release, in gaseous restraint remain unmoved
to overflow and become more.
The heart suffers much over-born with what is good.
To give to the world the helpings that would destroy you,
to find a balance that keeps a heart healthy diet better than a box of cheerios,
if you ask me.
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