You and I are not the same
Blood does not run in my veins
For if I fall from the top
Of a pasta shop
My body will leak delicious sauce
Pesto, Marinara, and Alfredo
My heart is made of ripe tomatoes
My brain is a meatball
My legs are noodles
My lungs are made of a delicious strudel
You and I are not the same
Only sauce runs through my veins
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