I like me some grits. Grits have a humble begining. They penetrate you. Their purposes are many, their forms are vast.You can find them in your teeth when you gnaw a problem to bits.In your eyes when you can not shed a weary tear to clear your way yet: they keep your eyes propped open to guide you to bed. You will find them under your finger nails proof that you got the job done.They will lead you to water cleansing, refreshing. In the morning when the red-eyed gravy meets your nose behind the smile on your face, and the satisfaction in your hungry belly filled with ham,eggs over easy, toasted bread,butter, and jelly, would not be complete without those savory beautiful grits. Lexi Hilife 5/2006
Reason for writing:
I like the way something so meager, is actually more powerful than many people give it credit for; so here's credit where credit is due.
Birth sign: Leo
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