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- Poetry > Free VerseSausage, biscuits, and gravy. I scrape off the gravy, nibble the biscuit, and mutilate the sausage. Playing with food is for children, but I build a boat. A stale biscuit, sinking in the horrendous white gravy, being pelted by bits of sausage. I sit back and examine my semi-edible ...