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BELIEVE IT OR NOT
Would you like to be lithe and limber
And feel like the days of your youth?
Then, here's an amazing new book
Full of info they swear is the truth.
If you're hesitant to try it, don't worry,
It comes with a money-back guarantee;
You've nothing to lose, no risk at all,
You can even inspect it for thirty days free!
Go to the corner market and purchase
A jug or two of a new juice drink,
Down a full glass or so each day;
Health improves sooner than you think.
Comb through the fields and woods
To gather nuts, leaves and seeds,
Learn how to brew a magic elixir
From plants we thought were weeds.
For those stomach and digestive disorders,
And joints with aches and pains,
Rub on this aromatic miracle balm
And eat lots of these exotic grains.
There's remedies, too, for the obese,
But supplies are limited, don't hesitate
To order this great tasting diet potion
And say good-bye to that extra weight.
A newscaster gushes with the news,
Here's a new way to cure all our ills,
Just buy a six month's supply
Of these brand new miracle pills.
This pill may not be for everyone,
So if it doesn't work, don't dispair,
They have another brand new discovery
They'd be more than happy to share.
Should you have severe reactions or death,
Don't throw these pills in the trash,
There's a couple of lawyers standing by,
You may be entitled to an award of cash!
by Dorothy Miller Birdwell

SUNDAY SONNET
How lovely is the Sunday Sunrise,
The day untouched by human cries.
Calm and peaceful the day begins,
As those awake to their chagrin.
Only when their eyes behold
The lovely sight our God unfolds
Comes joy to seek what lies ahead.
Now thoughts invade this Sunday morn,
To plan the day that's just been born.
O day of rest
How we are blessed
To see you once again.
Submitted by Barbra Humphrey

LOST LOVE
Into the dark and swirling mist
Walk the lonely and the lost,
Haunted faces peer through the veil
Their souls are bared, they leave no trail,
Forgotten soon by all they've known,
Heartbreak, silence, always alone.
by Jeanne Mancini