ODE TO EVERY SALTY TAMMY

who has driven me on the bus, waited my breakfast, lunch, or dinner table at any local diner, who is not always a Tammy, sometimes a Karen, or a Kim, perhaps a Becky, or a Cheryl, who is fluent in cursing & smoking cigarettes, loving & working the night shift, who will smack you silly & then drive you home, who looks like she has seen some things, because she has, who will have to kill you if she tells you about them, who probably makes a mean cherry pie, & always has a pot of murky Folgers on,...

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