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This is easily the worst thing I've ever written but I had to share it with you all.

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When the sun isn't shining brightly enough
And the morning birds have ceased to chirp
There is only one viable solution to cure this ache
A sustenance that will heal your soul and leave this world in the form of a burp

There is merely one single food that can satiate this hunger
A mouthwatering meal fit for a king
No other nourishment can compare
To the feeling on your tastebuds it will bring

Oh Wawa quesadilla, akin to the white man's American flag
Sweet ambrosia melting in your mouth
A holy nutrient and everyone's favorite meal
That no intellectual can survive without

Those who dare consume such cuisine are brave
For the end result is not a pretty sight to behold
Of the Wawa quesadilla tearing through your insides
And expelling from your body as liquid gold