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Blue Plate Special
Blue Plate Special
David J Walker
Why is it I never
Eat as well when
You’re not here
Even though I am the one
The lone man at home
Doing the cooking for no one
When I know that you’re not looking
A chicken fried steak
Might find its way
Into the hot grease
of my frying pan
And there may be
Peppery country gravy
To go with the
Buttery mashed potatoes
And Italian green beans
And a brown and serve roll
On my blue plate special
And by the way
I would die for
a slice of your
Apple pie about now
Come home baby
Before the blue plate special
Isn’t special anymore
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