Waffle Mania
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Darwin Henry Beuning
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One of my favorite memories
Of growing up on our Minnesota farm,
Our family Waffle Breakfast.
We all would gather around the kitchen table,
Each in our designated spot.
Father on one end, me, on the other.
Five sisters seated round.
Mother and baby brother in his high chair
Sitting closest to the stove.
One round, golden waffle at a time,
Broken into four pieces.
Each of us, anxiously,
Waiting our turn.
Usually on a weekend,
A Waffle Breakfast lasted hours.
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