Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Oysters

When they’re fried real crisp
In a coat of brown,
Then I can manage
To get them down.

But when they’re just oysters
With nothing on,
I can’t swallow them.
Or my stomach’s gone!

~Dana B. Nelson

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Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. Photographer. Capturing My world. Sharing My perspectives.

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