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chicken dinner *

here
it is,
again
too close
to midnight,
i'm awake
and eating
cold potato
slices
that came
with my
chicken dinner
from earlier
in the day
maybe
i should
be
in bed
and dreaming
of more
luxurious
feasts,
but i
was raised
on
fried chicken
and potatoes.
Written by wolfatthedoor1966
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Author's Note
i think if i had to choose what types of food i would eat, give me that food that my mother cooked for us because she loved us
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