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Yellow

Fresh corn on the cob
right from the farm
makes my heart throb
makes my mouth water
covered in butter
not too much salt
nice and crunchy
sweet and juicy
dripping down my chin
can't stop at two or three...
gotta have another.
Written by Hashman
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