A love and hate relationship.
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I like hot food.
Hot as in the spicy kind
It does not agree with me at night
It effects can be a love and hate relationship at times
I eat too much it seems
My payment will be made later tonight
Like a hard head makes a soft behind
My lesson is still in the making
It thrills my taste buds
Yet I know it will be a Tums party later
Because my stomach will demand comfort
Still I enjoy hot food to much
Even foods that are not spicy I will make so
I is a habit I like to add to my meals
The spicier the better I like to say
I do not like my food any other way
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