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WINTER AT HOME

Winter in some northern places comes early and stays very late. Bringing lots of snow and ice so you can ski and you can skate. Winter here in East Texas usually is fairly warm. Although we have had sleet and snow and icicles as long as your arm. When a `blue-nosed' norther' comes whistling across the plains We dig out our `long johns' and wipe frost off the window panes. That's when we enjoy a nice warm fire And have soup or chili to eat. Snuggling up on a long cold night is surely hard to beat. But most spells of `winter' weather last only a few days at most Then we're back to the pleasant days - The weather of which we boast. by Myra Teague

JUST A FRIENDLY TIP

It was early in the morning T'was about the hour of four. I walked up to the house And opened wide the door. It all came without warning For I could see no one within; Then my wife called me a louse And a skillet banged my chin. She picked me up by the neck And threw me to the floor. After she was finished with me, I tell you I was mighty sore. She blacked both of my eyes Scarcely could I see. With twisted ears and mashed nose I just didn't look like me. Men, you may think it's all in fun Sneaking in late; but take a tip from me, Coming in late in the late, late hours, And you could look a lot like me. by Thomas Howard

THINKING ABOUT YOU

The rain was drumming against the roof As I lay my head down upon my pillow, And, as I began to relax, I found myself Thinking about you. The rain slowed and was dancing across the deck As I snuggled deeper beneath my night covers And, as I began to relax, I found myself Thinking about you. The rain was now drenching the rose garden As I felt myself begin to slip into slumber And as I began to drift off to sleep I found myself Thinking about you. The rain continued to come down in torrents As I tossed and turned in my empty bed And I began to mourn your absence As I found myself, again ... Thinking about you. by Linda Amos