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I thought that I’d grab the bull by the horns

Yet dieting is hard. Every rose has its thorns.

As a kid in a candy store, I encountered a hitch,

Hell's paved road of good intention. Fruit bowl or fridge?

What goes around comes around,” said my therapist

Whose ignorance is bliss, policy, was limitless

“It’s as rare as unicorn shit.” He mocks.

“For dieters to think outside their lunch box”

All that glitters isn’t edible gold,” he explained

“But nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“Hesitate if you must, good things come to those who wait

But Death awaits stragglers, with too much on their plate.”

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