Hog Jowls and Black-Eyed PeasA Poem by Randy Johnson
It was a meal that my late mom cooked but it sure didn't please.
Every New Year Day, Mom cooked hog jowls and black-eyed peas. I always ate it but it was something that I didn't enjoy at all. I would've rather had pizza, Domino's was who I should've called. I don't have to eat those meals anymore and it sets my mind at ease. Thank God that I no longer have to eat hog jowls and black-eyed peas.
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StatsAuthorRandy JohnsonTNAboutI was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more..Writing
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