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And something's here with name uncivil,
For our cook christens it "A Devil,"
"A Devil, in any shape, sweet maid,
A parson fears not," Syntax said;
"I'll make him minced meat; 'tis my trade."

Take cold roast turkey legs, score them well, season them with salt and
plenty of cayenne pepper and mustard, then broil them. Serve them
hot.
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