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Pass The Grits, PleaseHours at a time picket fencesSights smells flood my sensesAnd your words refresh the pagesSagesKings and QueensNew OrleansLand of dreams lostFound in the muddy mouth Took me South to these watersFrom sons and daughters toGive them more than beforeLess h**l than I hadMore life than my DadEver had the chance to show meYet he did bestow me withThe blood to course throughThe thick bayou roux that Covers my thoughts until nowWhen somehow you cleared my plateAnd I sit sated at the table of life©rad081108
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