Fri, 07/31/2015 - 22:24 -- redd015

Popeyes is my life

It is so awesome

Brings me so much joy 

Chicken I cut with a knife

I love it more than boys

From the delicious smell

I can always tell

It's like popeyes rings a bell in my nose

Spicy or mild seasoned

Popeyes chicken gives my stomach a reason 

To rejoice and be happy...


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