posted by Joeski @ 1:45 PM
salt and pepper mildbread on top and no cole slawloves me some harold's
Far from ChicagoDreaming of your greasy fleshLips still burn with sauce
HatsuhinodeOmoidasu no waMakka na sohsuThe first sunrise of the yearYearningly looking backThat hot sauce
The warm, oily crust...Skin moistens, crackles in mouthYour hot sauce IS bliss
What wings can compareto your Chicken Shack? Gottaput on the mild sauce!
In a smokey carLong after curfew againA feather? Oh well
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salt and pepper mild
bread on top and no cole slaw
loves me some harold's
Far from Chicago
Dreaming of your greasy flesh
Lips still burn with sauce
Hatsuhinode
Omoidasu no wa
Makka na sohsu
The first sunrise of the year
Yearningly looking back
That hot sauce
The warm, oily crust...
Skin moistens, crackles in mouth
Your hot sauce IS bliss
What wings can compare
to your Chicken Shack? Gotta
put on the mild sauce!
In a smokey car
Long after curfew again
A feather? Oh well
Post a Comment
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