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CHERYL
Hair is fair, her eyes are blue
A figure full with a woman's virtue.
Sensitive and gracious, none can know,
The hidden talents yet to show.
She shows the world a different face
But she is blessed with God's own grace.
A flower in His garden growing
To do His will she's always willing.
I'm glad to know this girl so sweet
May love and happiness lay always at her feet.
by Jean Mancini

LIFE GETS TEDIOUS DON'T IT

I try to be positive, always have.
But sometimes, I feel like I've taken a left jab.
Try to do right with everyone concerned;
It never fails ... you gonna get burned.
I get down in the dumps over every little thing.
Taking every kind of supplement, even Ginseng.
Nothing seems to help, just can't find my niche.
Just want to be happy, don't wanna be rich.
I've got everything to look forward to,
Wife, kids, grandkids and sister named Sue.
Gonna get out of these doldrums, gonna get happy;
Got enough going for me to make me slap a pappy.
Gonna start doing some things I wanna do,
Gonna spend some money and do some traveling too.
Seems like I'm happiest when I'm around grandkids.
Of all the good things, that's the best my girls ever did.
by Dwayne Garner

ADVENTURE

Camping in the woods one night, Swapping tales by the campfire, Wondering about noises in the brush Expecting something dire.

Could it be ghosts or goblins Dancing through the woods, Or sneaking up in the dark To scare us if they could?

From the light of the fire We strayed - but not very far, Hoping to find the culprits And prove how brave we are.

Two big eyes glowing in the dark Set faint hearts a-flutter, And fright took over reason, Not a word could we utter.

Cowards that we are, we ran As scared intruders often do, While in the darkness behind us A deep voice inquired "Who??"

by Dorothy Miller Birdwell