Beans and 'Fat' Back,
you can smell it down the block.
An extra place,
is always set for a dirty face or two.
Mismatched plates
and those silly cups from the bank
no one here,
seems to notice or care.
When every ones done,
it's all placed in the tub.
and Washed out back in the creek,
with white sand.
Corn bread and milk for desert.
g.b.
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