roadside stand with watermeloncornpeachonion hand painted sign " for sale " letting everyone indulge a symbiotic staple in the rolling hills of christopher's misadventures drawing bleary-eyed are-we-there-yet ? appetites , curious and searching , for that pear to fill their void antiquated entrepreneurs , calloused hands , tilled this earth , will beam with satisfaction for every treasure turned to coin , there is no other way . . .
Reason for writing:
This was sparked by memories of travelling the backroads of
the southern states . Ther must be something mystical about
boiled peanuts , vidalia onions , peaches , and watermelon .
Roadside vendors selling soul food , Who'd've thought. If
you have any comments , please , please leave them , thanks.
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