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The Waffle House

The Waffle House

I want to write about a restaurant chain, heads above most the rest;
Whenever I decide to dine at one, it passes my strictest tests!
They may not be the Taj Mahal, but judge not by the cover of a book;
For the proprietors have perfected purism, with painstaking efforts took!
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They have counters you can sit at, or booths if you prefer;
The waitress will have a smile, you’ll feel right at home with her!
You’ll see a cornucopia of characters, from the needy to the rich;
But they all share love for the Waffle House, great food without a glitch!
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I always order a special breakfast, that the cook creates for me;
A vegetarian egg white omelet, done exactly to a tee!
With a large order of their famous hash browns, the best in all the land;
Each time, after tipping my sweet waitress, I slip two dollars in his hand!
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You can find them on our interstates, nearly every fifteen miles;
They stay open twenty-four hours, for your dining pleasure styles!
If you’ve passed them and always wondered, what their successful story be;
Stop in once and taste their goodness, you will love them, you will see!
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                            You won’t get waffled
                      But served the best of food
                           At The Waffle House
 

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Larry Ran

Dear Greg,

Like I said, I usually get a vegetable omelet.  But whatever you order, make sure to have their hashbrowns, the best ones I've ever had, especially if you get them with diced onions.
Thanks for your cool comment.

Love,
Larry xxx

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