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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