There was a butcher who got a letter…
She complained his braten had no flavor,
His schnitzel did not appease her,
His sausage no longer pleased her,
And his wurst was not getting any better.
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Very impressive write, Bill Galvin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.