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The Twenty-Third Pound

My appetite is my shepherd, I shall not want. It maketh me to sit down and stuff myself. It leadeth me in the path of Burger King for a Whopper. It destroyeth 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 exciteth me, for I knoweth that soon I shall dig in. As I fillith my plate continuously my clothes runneth smaller. Surely, bulges and excess weigth shall follow me all the days of my life And I will be fat forever. Thanks, Robin in Redlands