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French Fries

It’s time! Spud, You’re unearthed, Exposed, Don’t go all mushy, I love your style, Thinking about you, Taste buds dance, My little French fry, Attractively dishy, You’re quite a meal, Deep-fried and hot, To think dear, Once just a potato, Now far from your roots, Everyone, Wants part of you, Quickly! Let me reach, I’m thinking! Tomato sauce, Hmm!!!!! 04/03/2017 Wendy Jae

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/5/2017 4:21:00 AM

- Makes me hungry :) - Tastes delicious, Wendy - Great written - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Wendy Rycroft
Date: 3/5/2017 5:15:00 AM

Thank you Sunshine x

Tim Smith

Date: 3/4/2017 5:06:00 PM

This is great Wendy.

Wendy Rycroft
Date: 3/4/2017 5:13:00 PM

Thank you Tim x

Jan Allison

Date: 3/4/2017 5:03:00 PM

Mmmm I feel hungry but I never have made chips and rarely eat them when i'm out but mmmm chips and tomato sauce my mouth is watering now and what a cute spud. I'd never want to cook it Wendy:-) hugs Jan xx

Wendy Rycroft
Date: 3/4/2017 5:13:00 PM

Thank you Jan x