smell of fried creeps easily
to invite souls of a hungry
am not exempted, behavior
you could sense if it is fresh
or have been hiding in store
losing its value from priceless
i break out my italian dressing
to dip my fried chicken meat
gives that unique salad taste
makes me eat more i confess
i sprinkled with chili powder
to mask, to confuse, freshness
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