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It’s a sad day for the Potato Head family. Mrs. Potato Head and the kids request privacy and a moment of silence in remembrance of Mr. Potato Head’s eyes.

The dog had a snack;
Mr. Potato heads eyes.
They were his last pair.

Let's remember him as he was in his prime.

Let’s all try to remember him as he was in his prime.

The toy is ruined,
the eyes are bound for the yard.
I hope they can’t see.

Thank you.

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