Poets live on air and dreams,
Until the stomach, Screams!
Wonderful combo, Kelly, Poetry and Fried Chicken, Who could ask for more? Thanks.
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A fresh crusty buttered roll, lobster...Yum! . sounds too health next to Kelly's fried chicken. But, reality I can only afford the fried chicken. We must never grow too old to dream.
Seems we are all in a poetic culinary mood today. Good for us.! Thank you for your tasty comment, my good friend and poet, Lyn.