somewhere in St. Louis my Uncle Robert is putting dry grits in cold water, and slowly stirring that pot of love every morning he makes a bowl for my Aunt Glindera and her sisters every morning he stirs slow as the aunties glide into their daily retirement routine they've been married for 30+ years there's some wisdom in those grits and a love that isn'…
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