Dried Out
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Desiccated mummy meat
Doesn’t matter if you heat
It mostly, mainly tastes like feet
Never ever will it meet …
My expectations
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note ~ this poem comes about because of a microwave dinner (stir fried chicken & rice). I’ve tried it a few times, as it looks good, but the little chunks of chicken are really bad & dried out even though I follow the directions. So I call it desiccated mummy meat. Oh, and I don’t buy it any more!
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