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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
keep your elbows off the table!! Admonished... Beans and cornbread fried potatoes cold milk dipped Fry it boiled potaotes by the hundred pound in the cellar with canned jar of everything that didn't move or moved too slow and got boiled or fried Fresh from the garden meaning you had spent hours with a hoe and not the kind people talk about today Eat all you want...cause what ain't et now we gotta can Pass the salt and pepper too No more eggs thank you I'm starting to grow feathers as it is and when the sun comes up I end up scratching in the dirt What do you mean burned? You can't eat it raw you know ain't healthy beside that blood oozen out ruins everyone elses appetite Thinking now about all those times I have to ask.... anyone know a good Sushi bar? |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Hee hee! Thank you, Ron. All I said before still stands -- this is a wise, fun, wonderful poem. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron An ode to the old fashioned memory, down home, how it used to be around the table...maybe still is in some parts. My family didn't can or grow a garden when I was growing up...so I missed out. I do know the work of "fresh out of the garden" though, and also the better taste. Sorry to ramble on...I enjoyed the fun of your poem and also...I do know a great sushi bar. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Hah... well I lived in the city from birth, so I have no such memories. Everything I eat is bought at the store. And burned? My sincerest apologies, sir... I'll try not to burn it in the future. That's spoiled brathood for you.  Parasite |
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