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A couplet
The cheeseburger, fresh from the grill
I couldn't wait to experience the thrill
Of taking the first greasy bite
And washing it down with my Sprite
The key to a good burger is cheese
Good enough to bring you to your knees,
To pray to the burger gods for some more
Of the marvelous taste galore
Now, I eat it with no haste
To bask in the glorious taste
But, sadly, the burger is done
Nothing left, but a piece of the bun.
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For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
--Charles Bukowski
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