these chop onions, tomatoes
with herbs unknown to commons
mix with salt and ground chili
gives me that bursting taste
when i dip this 'tostito' chips
i can't help myself but whisper
could this be love i will never
even try to stop, i get urges
by just looking jar, so tasty
maybe that's reason we over eat
uncontrollable desire to repeat
that feelings you experienced
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