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RE: Burn-ing Tonight

in #poetry5 years ago (edited)

Oh I don't know. Mom made pigs feet. The stench would wake me up! She never convinced me to eat them. Lol

Oh thanks for that. Not too far away, April will be here before you know it. I always loved the wit and wisdom of Mark Twain.

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Pigs feet were eaten at my house. My father wasted nothing. I don't remember them smelling, but, he may have picked them.

For sure! April is right around the corner!I can hardly wait to see what you come up with!

Oh it was coz they put them in this gelatin stuff...omg I can smell it now!!! LOL

Oh, yes! That is totally gross. Ewwwwww. You win. That is worse than Boom tub. Wait... hmmmm. It is a toss-up.