Sinking me teeth into the luscious flesh,
Of a delectable juicy tender breast.
Waking taste buds, pure delight.
Southern fried chicken always right.
Clear juices shining on my chin.
Could be rooster, could be hen.
Just so it ends on my plate,
Morning, noon, or even late.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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That is excellent!!!! HAHAHAHA
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