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I'm cooking a pot of black beans and just felt inspired to write this.
Submitted:May 6, 2008 Reads: 161 Comments: 3 Likes: 3
Black Beans
by Susan H Fouts
Black beans soaking in a pot
Learning to accept our lot
With food prices on the rise
Gas even higher to the skies.
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Black beans simmering on the stove
With bay leaf and oregano
Intoxicating aroma reaches my nose
And slithers down to my toes.
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A lovely dinner they will make
If my belly does not ache.
Rice will be a nice surprise
And appealing to my eyes.
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They both together will complete
A tasty dinner we can eat.
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