Every
month or so
on
a Sunday afternoon
I
skip the football game
and
get in my truck
and
drive out from the city
into
farm country
to
visit Miss Carol
and
get my hands
on
her plump dumplings.
Biggest
I've ever seen.
Best
I've ever had,
terrific
with her
legs
and thighs.
When
she lays out
her chicken
dinner
on
that white tablecloth
I
start drooling before
I
even get a hand on it.
A
farm girl, she says
she's never met
a
man like me
so
nuts am I
about
her dumplings.
Usually,
she says,
men
like breast meat,
when
it's moist,
and
I allow how I
like
that as well
but
not as much
as her
plump dumplings
on
a Sunday afternoon
and
her pluperfect
legs
and thighs
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