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Sunday, February 7, 2010
I Can Cook Too, Damn It.
Olived oranges
Cooked quite sweet,
Garnished gently,
Put over meat.
Quite a dish,
And of my own make,
Yet you won't eat it
Whether broiled or baked.
You could be
A little more
Appreciative of me.
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Anonymous
February 8, 2010 at 10:42 AM
You really get to do this every day?
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