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Yogurt, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My spoon can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet beneficial bacteria, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for cultured milk; I love thee purely, as they turn from cheese. I love thee with a passion put to use In my gut, and with my taste buds' faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better before brushing teeth.
(with all apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
and that yogurt had better be Stonyfield Farms. yum!
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