The whole story...in 5...ok 7 words...or at least part of it

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poems that even Homer would love. However,

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this was all as nothing when compared to

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how he danced the jig: Fiddle, diddle

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a-diddly diddly do, a diddly dilly dee

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a-rhyming we will be! Then he waltzed

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and two-stepped, and foxtrotted his way around

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this here Flat Earth. Who would've thought

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that after all this time, and all that we've been through, we'd still be

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sitting at square one; watching the sunset

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with a six pack and a bag of

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Potato chips, or crisps, or whatever

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came to hand, as it never seemed to matter which

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brand was consumed as they all contained

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roughly the same varieties of

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of starchy, hard to digest, potato-y

Potatoes: Very, very good to me!

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goodness, but also in the packet was

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a poem: Short, starchy, yet deliciously

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easy to render when spoken in the style of

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Bootsy Collins: Ahhh, the wonder of

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freshly mown grass in the morning when

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Bacon, lettuce, sunshine, and Thomas Dolby combine

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that special sort of

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melange that is so divine

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and delectable. Even the Martians declared

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that, in all their travels, they had never

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come across such a fine example of

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culinary perfection. Even Martin Martian remarked

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that this was simply the most

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interesting combination of rocks, eggs, and fish

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ever and was arranged in such an interesting