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New Socks and Fried Taters

Two of my favorite things in the whole wide world. Nothing could be better to this old country girl. My idea of a perfectly euphoric day; New socks neath my table and fried taters on my plate. If I had the means, I'd buy new socks each day, and with shear delight, I'd give yesterday's away. No need for gifts of gold wrapped in a fancy box. Just slather my two feet in soft, plush socks. Some swoon over chandeliers to adorn their apartments. I drool in a cold sweat, searching the sock department. Give me fried taters; a lot, not just a little; crispy on the outside and tender in the middle. To get me "in the mood", don't bother with pricy wines. A skillet full of fried tater, for me will do just fine. Breakfast, lunch and supper, or a midnight snack for later. This explaines my childhood nic name.. No secret, it was Tater!

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Date: 12/31/2014 10:39:00 AM
Well, Tater, the simple things in life are truly the best. Things and stuff can certainly get in the way of happiness. My wife knits her socks and never runs out of the softness and love that goes into them. I really liked your poem, my friend.
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Date: 12/29/2014 1:36:00 PM
I love this one! One of my favorite meals is fried taters, homemade biscuits with sausage gravy poured over it all. Gosh, now I am hungry.
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Date: 12/21/2014 6:41:00 PM
Darn, and you're taken. You don't even need any bacon. A simple country gal who could be my country pal. No wonder I'm feeling forsaken. Merry Christmas Arlene. Peace. :)
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Arlene Smith
Date: 12/21/2014 8:49:00 PM
And Merry Christmas!!!
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Arlene Smith
Date: 12/21/2014 8:47:00 PM
Well, now, I wouldn't go that far, Robert!... Bacon is sort of a staple at my house! Lol.. Thanks for the visit, dear friend!.. Hugs.. Arlene