Mamaw's Biscuits
I remember waking early
to watch her make the dough.
A little of this, a lot of that,
a recipe only she would know.
Then she'd roll them flat, cut them out,
and in the stove they'd go.
Only minutes later would
come the best things in life I've known..
Mamaw's Biscuits.
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