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    Another trip down memory lane poets?

    Buttermilk Biscuits by Koye Lott She would stand in her kitchen humming hymns, with her brown hands kneading flour, and baking powder. She didn't measure. Her experience did it for her, as the oven heated and I watched her... fascinated. She still fascinates me. Although the hands are still...
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    Is anyone fluent, in Jockinese poetry?

    Profoundly hilarious!! Bravo!!
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