Papaw's Day
He'd rise every morning and put on his overalls.
Kiss the cook,sit at the table, and look at all there was to offer.
Then he'd break the biscuit pour the gravy have some bacon and some eggs,
pour the coffee that was so hot and sip it from his saucer.
And when the meal was over he'd head out to the shed
to make something with his hands from a pattern in his head.
Then he'd take a break have a chew and spit it in an can. All the while humming a song with a hammer in his hand. - Papaws day.
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