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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Added on January 1, 2020 Last Updated on January 1, 2020 AuthorRandy 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.. |

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