Joey had them hanging in his garage.
Big and long.
Scared me at first.
They were Italian, is what he told me.
My Mom always used a clove or two.
She kept them in the cabinet above the stove.
I would stand back and watch her.
Got a pot with holes as a gift.
Wrote back that
I wasn't into garlic
but that I liked the blue and white jar.
Now, I use the salt to add flavor.
It took me a while to wise up.
If only I'd been Italian like Joey.
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~ JC ~