Dieter's Psalm

		Strict is my diet.  I must not want.
		It maketh me to lie down at night hungry.
		It leadeth me past the confectioners.
		It trieth my willpower.
		It leadeth me in the paths of alteration
		        for my figure's sake.	
		Yea, though I walk through the aisles
		        of the pastry department, I will
		        buy no sweetrolls for they are
		The cakes and the pies, they tempt me.
		Before me is a table set with green beans	
		        and lettuce.
		I filleth my stomach with liquids,
		My day's quota runneth over.
		Surely calorie and weight charts will
		        follow me all the days of my life,
		And I will dwell in the fear of scales forever.

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