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The Frigidaire

Ready for sleep, and lying in my bed.. I heard this music spinning 'round in my head.. I wasn't dreaming, I knew it was there.. And it was coming from my Frigidaire.. As I opened up the door, to my surprise, the Pork Chops were dancing with the Chicken Thighs.. They said, "don't bother us now, 'cause were really hot, none of us are gonna sit in here and rot.." Sweet Fruit and some Juices were doing it too.. And the Milk standing tall, was singing "Moo, Moo, Moo.." As I opened up the freezer, I heard a different beat.. All of the other stuff was grooving with the Meat.. Everybody was getting down, then I gently closed the door.. But I see no rest for me tonight.. My feet keep tapping on the floor..

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Date: 5/2/2016 12:04:00 AM
Ahahaha...this is awesome. I'm actually grinning at this...like a buffoon.
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Date: 2/3/2016 6:08:00 PM
I LOVE IT U GO ! Speak out u DESERVE UR time and ur voice.. Very powerful AND beautiful ??
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Date: 2/1/2016 5:27:00 PM
Leroy, :) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~
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Date: 1/13/2016 6:44:00 PM
awe... such movement.. Leroy, awesome read... HUGS... SKAT
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