by LaRita Giles
CRUNCH one chip, CRUNCH! another, CRUNCH and crackle, crispy!
HMM! Spicy ones are like a quick dip in a bottle of tabasco sauce, HOT! HOT! HOT!
The salty taste soothes the tip of my tongue...
The golden sun-tinged chip beams from the sun's glow just as I take a bite! SNAP!
The thin, greasy, grity, smoooth chip-
PLEASE lay on the LAYS...
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