biscuits, cornbread, pinto beans
fried country steak, apple pie
mash potato with brown gravy
glass of cold water, that's for me
it takes longer that most dish
i play stick game, my mind tease
up on wall a singer sewing machine
hand crank i wonder what they do then
technology evolves from farmhouse
finding better way to catch a mouse
tools to cut trees, tools to build shelter
on the ceiling, they are hanging all over
waitress is so nice she's from russia
student who came to study america
i must have been full waiting, drinking
i only eat half of the portion, i'm boxing
i ask for my check, she points register
now i know, their charge is cheaper
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boxing- take home food
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