Before I go to bed at night,
I contemplate my cellulite.
Little lumps of past repasts,
Fondly stashed in thighs, arms and ass.
What memories these clumps conjure-
Filet mignon and soup du jour!
Some view them as unsightly bulges.
I treat them with amused indulgence.

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