hash browns

Everybody loves to slowly unwrap

The paper, crinkling and waxy,

The smell of the grease, billowing out

In hazy waves that overpower

Until the hash brown is slipped

Under the muffin top blanket,

The pfft of the ketchup, the cherry on top

And the crackle of bread

That sings like a dream.

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