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| Every time I see the Wisteria Cottage down the road Or perhaps I hear the croaking of the fishing pond toad Maybe it's the spring flowers that are coming into bloom I think of my Internet Mama, cleaning up her room Some know I had a stroke not to long ago Now my time on the computer, I am taking things slow I asked my Internet Mama if she saw anything in my smile She told me just keep smiling and study yourself a while |
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| I truly love this season, the one we all call Spring I marvel at all God's work and the joy that He will bring Soon it will be Spring cleaning, with so much to do Mama Phyl I wish that someday I could meet you We could sit under the gazebo, and I'll make some Sweet tea We could sit and chat a while, just you and me My sons know you well, as they call you Nana Phyl I'm so glad they love you, and always will |
| Copyright Alice E. Steimle - March 2006 |
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