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Chitlins
Do you still eat chitlins
In the cool cold holidays
& black eyed peas and collard greens
When new years roam our ways
Errbody eats spare ribs now
But only just a few of us
The stomach of the cow
Sometimes mere survival
Brings swagger to the plate
When the slop they were to good to eat
Is the fuel that makes us great
Written by Orlando S. Boykin
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