The perfect burger:
Thin and fried,
Gooey cheese,
Grilled Bun,
Ketchup and
Onions and
Shoestring Fries on the side.
The only problem with my lunch is
Remembering you chose him.
I loved you perfect every time,
and now I will wash down the
Bitter taste with cola.
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