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About This Poem
South to North
eggs and grits squash and shrimp cocktail
is what I ate living down South
living here had some lobster tail
sadly there’s no grits for my mouth
dad reminded me that for years
he was a Rebel to the bone
besides the South he loved his beer
and down South eateries he own
but when he died he had nothing
I was with him on his birthday
happy Birthday I did not sing
Not knowing that’s his last birthday
y wive's from the South
a great cook as well
great squash to my mouth
we're both living well
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