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This old gal…
Was sitting in the front room…doing old gal things…when she hears banging in the kitchen…sizzling…popping…grease splattering sounds ensue…visual imagery…kicking into full gear…just spent the day…deep cleaning the kitchen…kind of want to put caution tape around rooms after cleaning…sorry…out of order…plan to enjoy the squeaky cleanness…just a little longer… Didn’t have an appetite…so declined the offer of a pork chop…I left you one anyway…he says…in case you get hungry later…which…didn’t take long…and grinchy me…went to retrieve her plate…stopping short…at what she saw…her heart…seemingly growing three sizes…for there on that plate…lie one little lone chop…surrounded lovingly…by a bed…of crispies… Pork chop crispies…the caviar…of the fried chop…salty…crunchy…delec…ta…ble…you gave me all the crispies…calls out befuddled me…the response from the next room…an old man…chuckle… And so it is…the gift of the crispies…sweet…kind…selfless…changes the cleaning of that grease splattered cook top…from a pain in the ***…to a labor…of love… And all you pork chop fryers out there…most likely…agree…
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