Chicken Sammich Poem by John W. McEwers

Chicken Sammich

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There's a cool torn chicken 'tween my bread
and he aint squaking no more.
You can hate meat, you can hate killing
you can protest me all you wish
but I'm gunna keep eating my
chicken sammich.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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