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Why would I listen? To gain their recognition, follow their tradition? I cant let them decide my mission, I am my own edition Won't let them send me to prison I see the risen of my ambition I should use my cannon And shoot a **** load of "Stay away" ammunition. Won't let them take away my personality Because that is my specialty
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
I talk to my with me
The stylish kitchen was where the chicken had to be prepared and couldn't be spared by the good old chef who was known as Jeff on that fateful day with the baking tray placed in the oven heated to govern the cooking of which was a dinner pitch for that very night with the stars so bright in the sky above everyone would love who were invited and be delighted on that occasion without persuasion to share in some feast not saying the least that could've been said if it was just bread with a bowl of stew for some hungry crew. And so it happened they were all fattened by the food they ate as they supped 'till late and when the time came the guests couldn't blame the chef or the host for the chicken roast and the side dishes which pleased the wishes of all the guests there who enjoyed the fare with many a thanks without any blanks and there it ended the night presented. All the guests who came did not leave the same because of the food eaten that was good. -------------------
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Sep 30, 2023
Sep 30, 2023 at 10:16 PM UTC
Chef's Specialty
the unthinkable is our specialty ~ there are special periods of varying length when we are given grants of capability where solutions transferable like shared salt drops and red gummy bears you need, I believe, and the no contract is signed and commissioned, belief is suspended, for the eyes have the evidence, the ayes win the nomination, the shaken but unbreakable longest kiss secures the deal, and the local island newspaper banners a headline, “miracles on the island expand contagiously!” this is when this is where one walks the streets and the dirt roads sing song smiling, the tide always incoming, the peeks of sun perfectly strong, installing a feeling of safe and home and not alone where is shelter? *here here, here is shelter, hear is shelter, in words and deeds and on our embracing fingertips* 9:45am April 11, 2019
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
the unthinkable is our specialty