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Onions in my meatloaf, in chili, and in sloppy Joe's they make us smile
In scalloped corn, and of course mashed potato gravy once in a while
Onions are chopped, ready to be slopped into everything here
For my husband and I adore them, hold their taste the most dear.

Others can have their ketchups, mustards, mayonnaise, and such.
Onions are flowing around in soup and whatever else we dream up
We have a pile of onions in the laundry room, behind the wall of clothes'
If they were found to be nuclear, we would pretty much be okay to glow.

Onions on the counter, onions on the stairs, onions in my dreams.
We love them in all capacities, even fried, and boiled with our beans.
I know it sounds excessive, but I learned about them from my mother
They are supposed to have healing properties, according to her brother

We are never sick, so maybe onions have saved us some hospital time
We raise them in the garden, and they come out tender and so fine.
Onions in our meatloaf, in chili, and other wonderful homemade dishes.
Please let us enjoy our onions, they increase the taste of fishes.

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