Popeyes
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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