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Potatoes and Steak, Essentiality.
All the lakes are dried up and my minds dry humped.
But there's wine in the bottle that made me stay close.
Chocolate treetops almost spill down on a small village,
small rain drops filled the tilled fields out on the coast.
Jesus walked on water or some puddles, some few long miles.
He made resurections in trade for a good meal.
We shared a drink or two well make it three or for.
He said he knew me, I asked if I could follow you.
We walked the chocolate until we had nowhere to go.
There's nowhere to go now, so we both go home.