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Hello carbos, my old friend,
I’ve come to gnaw on you again,
Nighttime I dream I’m consuming
Noodles, pasta, rice I’m wanting
But eventually you’ll turn to sugar from grain
And cause me pain
From diabetes
Hello carbos, my old friend,
I’ve come to gnaw on you again,
Nighttime I dream I’m consuming
Noodles, pasta, rice I’m wanting
But eventually you’ll turn to sugar from grain
And cause me pain
From diabetes
and through the salted water I saw
A hundred noodles maybe more
Softly bubbling without leaking
They float around and they’re not sticking
Salted strandlets coiled and headed for my maw
I do adore
The taste of pasta
😍