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Chicken

Chicken

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My parents tell me that when I was young

I would not let chicken touch my tongue.

I found that fact very hard to believe;

For even a day without chicken and I start to grieve.


Because I love chicken, it’s my favorite meat

And whenever it’s served, I’m first to take a seat.

Cold cuts, drumsticks, thighs, and salamis

When it comes to eating chicken, I’m a one man army


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