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Here is a 4 line poem about swiss cheese and all its glory. |
| Rhyming: Swiss Cheese, Oh how I do love these. There can never me no more like thak, Except maybe Colby Jack. Non-Rhyming: Swiss Cheese. Ya feel the breeze, With ya lil' round holes. But ya ain't got nothin' on Ol' Colby Jack |