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TEA COOKIES AND LEMONADE
There she was sitting in her chair
The passage of time seen in her gray hair
She sits not in a chair on a throne of honor
Tea cookies and lemonade the silent child ate
Cookies salty-sweet this is how she will grow to be
Lemonade just enough tart you can see it from her heart
Words of wisdom in a melodious feminine tone
Encouraging us to rise up and tell me ...
Sunday 13th September 2020 1:13 am
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