Flyswatter Soup

Fly swatter soup. Yum. Yum.
My palette is smiling. Mm Mm….
A rare delicacy, found only in the Midwest
If you live across the road from a pig farmer.
Best eaten in July, when the flies are biting.
Stomached by only a few. 
Yes, it is exactly as tasty as you think.
Can I count on you at six?
Bring a friend.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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