I’ve got potatoes over a covered fire,
as the rain drips and pours.
Sorrow it will send,
if the steaks don’t hit the grate.
It will be nothing but baked potatoes,
over a fire,
in the rain,
in the end.
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I love potatoes so much I think I am one, haha — this was lovely to read!
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Potatoes are amazing lol. Glad you enjoyed it!
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