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Mammy's accidents usually happened Within a hundred foot radius of her stove. Except the one time she had to work Outside the home, At the Aylmer Tomato Cannery.      (*Daddy was in his wet season,       Being laid off was his reason)* The tip of her thumb was snipped, And gone. The joke never got old. Someone looked inside Every can we opened - From that day on - Truth is, We always knew A good bit of Mammy Was in her stew.
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
Blood Red Tomatoes
Mammy's accidents usually happened Within a hundred foot radius of her stove. Except the one time she had to work Outside the home, At the Aylmer Tomato Cannery.      (*Daddy was in his wet season,       Being laid off was his reason)* The tip of her thumb was snipped, And gone. The joke never got old. Someone looked inside Every can we opened - From that day on - Truth is, We always knew A good bit of Mammy Was in her stew.
francie-lynch
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
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