I hate food

Sat, 09/20/2014 - 18:44 -- chynam

So bright and vibrant, all different colors.

Nothing is the same, one dish to the another.

You fill my mouth with joy, oh how I love you.

 

You are chop, you are stirred, you are devoured

Can my stomach be anymore louder?

I wish I had a word to describe you

Magnificent, intriguging or maybe delightful 

 

From place to place, you have your own signature.

One way or another you'll get the right picture 

See, lo siento yo en realidad me gusta la comida

The way to my heart is a chicken quesadilla.

 

 

 

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