Rio Temperature 45 Degress Celsius Scale
Mom asked to buy fresh slaughtered chicken
it was 45 degrees and in a hurry to quicken
bought it. put in trunk, went to the bar with friend
time passed, I drank a lot you imagine the end
chicken in the trunk "mom, brought it roasted instead"
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