Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

A Hot Dog is a Memory

A roll of hot dog chili in a Walmart cold case.

That got all of this started.

Ah, yes, a Nathan’s Famous with mustard and chili

Would be so perfectly fine.

A hot dog is a memory; a way back to camping trips,

Hot dogs at carnivals.

You know, I don’t indulge very often, but, dammit, sometimes

I love a good hot dog.

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