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Was She....
Was she a poor lass
of farms yester-years with her chickens, flour sack fabric dress
and bare foot ways, Or did she dream of somehow getting away....
Did she long for
finery of city promise seen by the light of coal oil flame,
Did she envy the
rich and famous and those lauded of great fame....
Did she yearn for a
white Cadillac and big mansion on a hill, or did she see, Comfort
beauty around her and ravish the joys in natures sweet harmony....
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Yes, I remember
the old |
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days of
folklore tales, |
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but they held
also the soft memories |
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too, for later
years heart swells.... |
So was she wishing
for an escape from her environmental lack of prestigious name
items or much like the chicks clucking at her feet, Enjoying the
freedoms of country livings peace harmony treats....
Author:
Sherry Kersey
 7/11/2003
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