I have a secret that I must confess.
Ok... maybe "secret" is a strong word...
This confession comes under no duress,
and it is also quite far from absurd.
I do not tell this to everyone,
but I also do not quite conceal it.
With that reflection, my thoughts have begun
to wonder if this is a true secret?
Does not telling people make secrecy?
Or must there be an attempt to hide it?
I feel I have claimed it indecently,
and my "secret" is not much to admit.
My confession is that I feel sickened
each time that I must handle raw chicken.
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