This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam. This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam. Yams and sweet potatoes are not the same thing, even though people sometimes confuse them. This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. There is half a million dollars buried in the Catholic graveyard outside Waco, Texas. Where, the ghost couldn't say. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. Have you ever struggled with the sheer weight of existence? Or did you decide you didn't actually exist at all? This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.This is the song of the forbidden potato. This is the song of the forbidden turnip. But the truth of their forbiddenness is known only to the parsnip, and what exactly "this" is, is known only to the yam.

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