Ham and Cheese on Rye |
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If I live on to old age, I wonder if I’ll remember these days and how I ate my mother’s leftover sandwiches. For the record, they are ham and cheese on rye, with sweet pickles, lettuce, and mayonnaise, and sometimes yellow mustard. I wonder if I’ll remember how she never tired of them, and asked countless times if they were my invention. Ham and cheese on rye, the answer to every question. Hello, morning sky, good-bye, sad reflection. October 28, 2006 Previous Entry Next Entry Return to Songs and Letters About the Author |
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