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Novemberfest 8 - Ode to Mr. Turkey
Shall I compare thee to an autumn day?
Thou art more lovely and more filling:
Rough winds do blow the trembling leaves away,
And October's lease hath all too short a billing:
Sometime too hot the vat of oil's temperature climbs,
And often is its peanutty gold complexion dimm'd;
And even the piping fryer's heat sometime declines,
By chance, or propane's changing flow un- trimm'd;
But thy eternal glow shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in hungry bellies thou grow'st;
So long as men can eat, or eyes can see,
So long live turkeys, we eat turkeys like thee
Novemberfest 8 - 11.01.2008 - 16:00
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