Ode to Bacon

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You’ve been there for me

Through thick slices and thin

You’ve covered my burgers

I don’t remember when


The first time I smelled you

Or the first time we met

When I knew in my tastebuds

we’d be the very best


Of friends, buddies

pals or even bff’s

Hot, lukewarm or cold

after you’ve been left


On the breakfast bar

No one cared to replenish

I will love you still, dear bacon

Till the end or till I finish


my pancakes at dinner

On shrimp & grits you’re sprinkled

It’s to you that I owe love

Till I’m old and wrinkled


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