Sunday, July 1, 2012

Fried Chicken


Oh, fried chicken, when I first saw you I couldn't keep my eyes off of you.

Oh, fried chicken, when we first met I couldn't help but falling for you.

Oh, fried chicken, if you were to leave my heart would break like a piece of pottery.

Oh, fried chicken, you came into my heart – you came in and clogged every last artery.





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