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<p>New page: add these with some cute formatting [quote=&quot;A Rambling Vagrant&quot;] Pennae virumque cano; I attempt a shallow frying. Butter, Frank&#039;s are added, still they&#039;re soggy. I log one more failure a...</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>add these with some cute formatting<br /> <br /> [quote=&quot;A Rambling Vagrant&quot;]<br /> Pennae virumque cano;<br /> I attempt a shallow frying.<br /> Butter, Frank&#039;s are added, still they&#039;re soggy.<br /> I log one more failure and pledge to stop trying.<br /> <br /> Timor mortis conturbat me.<br /> My drying wings in oven, dust of baking powder<br /> coating baking failures of the day<br /> Before I screamed; now, louder.<br /> <br /> Vivamus, mea lesbia, atque amemus! <br /> let us feast on poultry-<br /> picnic in a grove of lemons<br /> see, there&#039;s us and them- they unlike you(your sultry eyes and oh the way you sparkle<br /> in the sunlight as we picnic)<br /> <br /> you alone, a chicken wing held there<br /> between your fingers, light held in your hair.<br /> [/quote]<br /> [quote=&quot;A Rambling Vagrant&quot;]<br /> One dreams of chicken, crisp, skin bubbled<br /> in swathe of skin, fat, muscle binded<br /> but one encounters trouble when<br /> you go downtown and try to find it.<br /> <br /> As lover, at beloved gazing<br /> thinking of romantic things<br /> in green eyes sees a sacred fire<br /> so I, with all my taste buds blazing<br /> can only think about the wings<br /> their savor is my one desire<br /> <br /> But if a recipe were found;<br /> could function as a substitute<br /> with flavor, flame, a pound of wings<br /> with power to make chests hirsute-<br /> <br /> O! Chicken wings, if I perfected thou like alchemists of yore<br /> whose spirits haunt<br /> the alleys and the churches; whisper to the whores I&#039;d open<br /> a successful restaurant<br /> [/quote]</div>

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