I can’t help it.
If you like your food,
you like your food.
My mother told me that:
how I love everything that’s bad for me.
Especially my choice of husbands.
The latest one’s alright. A bit stern.
With learning me to eat healthy.
See a bit of sense.
I left him.
This morning.
Doing the ironing.
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