GrindsA Poem by J.P.Dear Tina, I love your burritos. They are simple and cheap. You provide a commoner's touch to our pretentious world. You satisfy my wallet, my stomach, my soul. I know you're not racist. You partner well with an IPA, a frosty Miller Lite, or an icy cold glass of milk.
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