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Tater Cakes Mashed Potatoes Egg & Flour Onion Stir. Lard Butter Grease Whatever--Papa likes it. Cast-Iron Skillet Spatula Stove Eat. Blueberry Salad Reunions Every September, On the third Sunday, We gather like geese, And fly into the winter. There's always fried chicken, Potato salad, deviled eggs, But it's the Blueberry Salad That reminds me of loved ones through the year. So blue it's purple, Like the Blue Ridge I call home, Topping so white like clouds, And sweet as morning dew. One day I'll go home, And toast to long years past, By raising fork to mouth, With a fluffy bite of cloud. |
Submit your poems & short stories to 5 Can Stories. We'll publish your work online if: 1. It has something to do with food, recipes, cooking, or kitchen. 2. It interests us. 3. There aren't too many typos.
We will have a reader poll for the best literary effort; the winner (once there have been 100 votes) will receive a copy of our cookbook, 5 Can Casseroles & their work will be published in this cookbook!
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