a pro- poem
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Pro-Pasta
They say, “Pasta’s bad for your health”
I say, “Pasta’s great for my mood”
They go, “Pasta ruins your diet”
“But then I am nice and quiet”
Eating T-bones and steaks is barbarity,
Civilised pasta and bread is calamity.
So, is health what we crave, or felicity?
Is truth more important than integrity?
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