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searing the salted flesh in it's own juices

ou break the seal and take it out
and pull apart by hand
And listen to screaming when
you throw it in a pan

Got to be sure to sear the flesh
and fry away the fat
Who knew that such a clever beast
could be a tasty snack?

The glory in the creature's death
can easily be seen
In this gift that Sir Francis left
for folks like you and me
Written by LordCreepy (Colten_Sorrells)
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