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Looks like war, but tastes like chicken (Villanelle) by Jeremi B. Handrinos

Looks like war, but tastes like chicken. Do you have any Grey Poupon? Damn, that Eagle was sure finger lickin'. The taste of it shall kill & sicken. Would you like me to put the soup on? Looks like war, but tastes like chicken. "Cream, with that broth, should proudly thicken." If you will allow me to quote Satan. Damn, that Eagle sure was finger lickin'. The smell of it would leave you smitten. That bird can drop eggs by the kilo-ton. Looks like war, but tastes like chicken. But can a fowl-balding-bird sing Rasputin, while feasting upon ol' Enoch's son? Damn, that Eagle sure was finger lickin'. We'll knead at that tit just like a kitten. Can I get mine sunny side up with some bacon? Looks like war, but tastes like chicken. Damn, that Eagle sure was finger lickin'.

poetandknowit 16-Mar-03/7:46 PM
So she is staying or not. Or is it still in the thinking stage. Money is money, but the key is free food. Of course, with management comes the worry of being tied up in the back room and pounded on the head for the safe combination. Or Ornella coming in on a Friday night and ordering everything on the menu and the running out just as it is all at the register. She would do something like that, I suppose. And then say it was an acting lesson. How is GW anyway. I haven't talked to her in ages. Well, it is good to see you are finally making the rent on the pen. It is never good to be all talk.




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