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You open the door and into the wild you go.
All you can hear is noise,
Noise mad by fans and announcers.
Its a Thursday night and you came to eat all you can.
I see a man approaching me in gray, yellow, and white.
"How many in your party today?" then followed by
"Follow me to your table."
Here I am, in Buffalo Wild Wings to for 69 cent boneless wings.
Nothing makes me happier than delicious honey BBQ wings.
But you cannot forget the side of ranch,
and with a tall glass of water with lemon.
Now that is my definition of happiness.
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