Much as Succulent Strips of Chicken are for the Meek and Gentle of Heart.
Adieu, Forever Adieu:
Sweetest Dipping Sauce;
Softest Fainting Couch;
Kindest Old Chair.
Where are you, as I need:
Lilac Plumage for the Breast;
Heavy Medals on my Chest;
Poultry tangled in my Hair?
And that, my friends is the closest thing to a poem as I'll ever write.
Enjoy.
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