Organic
Some say go buy organic for that's the way to go, but it's quite expensive but as pure as Arctic snow. My body is a temple is fit and lean you see, with none of those preservatives being inside of me. You must not miss your breakfast it was always said, so I have eggs and soldiers when I get out of bed. They call me Mister organic because of what I eat, I don't eat bacon or sausage or any processed meat. There are no "E" numbers what so ever in my grub, so I just have steak and tater pie when I go down the pub. It has cost a fortune and my money's all but gone, but I'm the healthiest pauper you ever did lay eyes upon.
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James Gordon
retired truck driver now author/wordsmith
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