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Cookout
Steaks on the grill,
Used to give me such a thrill.
Tender, juicy red meat,
Was quite the treat!
Crispy fat around the edge,
Running juice down the chin.
Oh boy! Let's do it again!
Now as I pull out the meat,
Looking for a treat.
Marinate it for hours,
It just doesn't flower!
The smell, as always, is there.
But the taste,
Is a waste!
Not me, I don't think
Our meat is no longer in the pink!
So now I pull out the grill,
Grill some chicken,
Half of which I'll chill.
Charcoal burning white,
Could of had a steak tonight!
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Kim Stone
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