Taste your own black eyed peas!
Taste your own black eyed pea's
What's cooking! The rose of that aroma!
fresh from the gains of Loves heaven's
earth! Black eyed, pea's, black eyed pea's
special love taste your own black pea's...
faith is the substance of things hoped
for and the evidence of things not seen!
Love the way you cook them. makes everything!
blessed too, right and tight!... love have a joyous night!
the way you love; me and those black eyed peas!
is just and right!
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