THE FREE LUNCH HAS BEEN CLAIMED!

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Feelin' the tummy tickle?
Nosh on a scrumptious schtickl:
An old stand-by—
Pastrami on rye,
With mustard and a pickle.

Schlep to the start of our race
At the 75 year-old place—
Then just beyond
To a local pond
In a privately owned public space.

Watch out for deer on your beat
And a buddy from Baker Street,
To split the course
On a magical horse,
With a character fussy and neat.

The plot now bears the name
Of a noble of great acclaim—
Roman Egyptian,
Converted Christian,
Martyred for scholarly aim.

So navigate over the highland
And make your way to the island,
For a luscious lesson
In delicatessen—
A lunch that'll leave you smilin'!

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