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Ode to Chicken Kiev (Free verse) by bunniesnangels

His herbed heart with dagger pierc'd His oily life's blood drains away He settles back with gurgled sigh Into his saucy-riced array I tease him into tattered bits Devouring with a chilling hunch That here's repast I'll soon regret Tomorrow I shall bring my lunch.

Jeremi 27-Feb-03/8:54 AM
I eat fat because nobody else can. I alone can eat whatever I want whenever I want. I can go out and buy a pint of icecream, eat it, I could do that for a week and still look emaciated. The whole point of being young is doing things you can't do when you're old, like this.




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