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Frank Stanford

He took a match out of his mouth
And sucked some old meat
From between his teeth.

He didn't spit nothing on the ground,
He swallowed it.
He struck the match on the side of his pants,
Threw it in the yard
And let it burn.

There awhile, he soaked his feet.
Then he picked up and left,
Went off down the road
With his bucket of Delta brand dark syrup.

Ginny Stanford