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Pops Barbecue Grill

Each morning just before lunch at eleven, I can see the black smoke rise. Pops has his large grill fired up. Chicken and ribs sizzle over the flame. Just come here to satisfy your hunger. Pops is not skimpy on his sauce. The man is the boss for cooking.

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Date: 2/1/2012 6:52:00 PM
Luscious words! Thanks for your kind comments and message of congratulations on my winning piece!
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