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I met a traveler from an Alabama food truck Who said: "Two vast and cellulite stuffed legs of goo Stand in the kitchen. Near them, on the stove, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose white hair, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these gluttonous things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that clogged. And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Paula Deen, cook of cooks: Look on my butter, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing healthy remains. Round the blockage Of that colossal artery, HDL and LDL. The portal vein does clog and burst away.
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