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devil an egg

my stomach growls

for Kentucky cookin’

church pot lucks of the past

made by old pin curled women

in floral dresses

no longer living

laid out

upon Christian hobbled tables

beneath a giant oak tree

no longer standing

baked beans

macaroni salad

fried chicken

pineapple upside down cake

deviled eggs

damned fine eatin’

and believe you me

no one

can devil an egg

like a Baptist

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