09 Sep 2019
by Mary Elizabeth
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2007
Tags: Benefit people, Contributions, Entertainment, History, Influence, Mary Elizabeth, Modern Mother Goose, Poetry, Politicians, Politics, Rhyme, Well qualified
1. They are always well qualified.
2. They run to benefit the people.
3. The contributions that they receive never influence their decisions.
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AND AS WE “DELAY” THAT THOUGHT-
THE REST OF THE MODERN MOTHER GOOSE TALES WILL BE SOUGHT!

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29 Aug 2019
by Mary Elizabeth
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2007
Tags: Entertainment, Fig tree, Garden, Gone, History, Lifetime, Mary Elizabeth, Memories, News, Not forgotten, Outhouse, Past, Poetry, Rhyme, Three Room House, Unusual, Window
- I looked out the window and what did I see?
But a glimpse of a time, that used to be.
.
The little white house was freshly painted and still wet-
The little flowers that were to surround the house, hadn’t been planted yet.
.
The fig tree was only a little bitty sprout-
The iceman passed by the house and waved, while on his regular route.
.
A young woman walked through the yard with her three little girls-
With her husband by her side, things were looking up in the world.
.
A new home, on 1/2 an acre, for all five-
A brand new start, always makes one feel alive.
.
A three room house with an outhouse to boot-
They would no longer wander, for they had finally found a place to root.
.
The children played in the flower filled yard, and eventually grew up, and moved away-
The younger woman and her husband, grew older, day by day.
.
The fig tree bloomed, and bore much fruit every year-
When the husband passed away, the old woman grieved, and shed many a tear.
.
The paint on the house had taken a heavy beating, from the years of weather-
The frail old woman, one day, just didn’t get any better.
.
The yard grew up and the house eventually had to be torn down-
All that was left, was the large fig tree filled with birds, making wonderful chirping sounds.
.
As I looked out the window, I saw how it used to be-
The memories of my Great-Grandmother, in her fruit of life, in another century.

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29 Aug 2019
by Mary Elizabeth
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2007
Tags: Antibiotics, Bear it, Childhood, Family, Health, History, Mary Elizabeth, Nasal spray, Over counter, Poetry, Politics, Rhyme, Sinus, Wait
1. Take too many antibiotics that won’t
work anymore.
2. Apply a nasal spray.
3. Bear it, and then just wait it out.
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They say that this too shall pass-
Without all the antiobiotics that we amass.
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28 Aug 2019
by Mary Elizabeth
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2007
Tags: Entertainment, Fig tree, Garden, Gone, History, Lifetime, Mary Elizabeth, Memories, News, Not forgotten, Outhouse, Past, Poetry, Rhyme, Three Room House, Unusual, Window
- I looked out the window and what did I see?
But a glimpse of a time, that used to be.
.
The little white house was freshly painted and still wet-
The little flowers that were to surround the house, hadn’t been planted yet.
.
The fig tree was only a little bitty sprout-
The iceman passed by the house and waved, while on his regular route.
.
A young woman walked through the yard with her three little girls-
With her husband by her side, things were looking up in the world.
.
A new home, on 1/2 an acre, for all five-
A brand new start, always makes one feel alive.
.
A three room house with an outhouse to boot-
They would no longer wander, for they had finally found a place to root.
.
The children played in the flower filled yard, and eventually grew up, and moved away-
The younger woman and her husband, grew older, day by day.
.
The fig tree bloomed, and bore much fruit every year-
When the husband passed away, the old woman grieved, and shed many a tear.
.
The paint on the house had taken a heavy beating, from the years of weather-
The frail old woman, one day, just didn’t get any better.
.
The yard grew up and the house eventually had to be torn down-
All that was left, was the large fig tree filled with birds, making wonderful chirping sounds.
.
As I looked out the window, I saw how it used to be-
The memories of my Great-Grandmother, in her fruit of life, in another century.

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28 Aug 2019
by Mary Elizabeth
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2007
Tags: Entertainment, Fig tree, Garden, Gone, History, Lifetime, Mary Elizabeth, Memories, News, Not forgotten, Outhouse, Past, Poetry, Rhyme, Three Room House, Unusual, Window
I looked out the window and what did I see?
But a glimpse of a time, that used to be.
.
The little white house was freshly painted and still wet-
The little flowers that were to surround the house, hadn’t been planted yet.
.
The fig tree was only a little bitty sprout-
The iceman passed by the house and waved, while on his regular route.
.
A young woman walked through the yard with her three little girls-
With her husband by her side, things were looking up in the world.
.
A new home, on 1/2 an acre, for all five-
A brand new start, always makes one feel alive.
.
A three room house with an outhouse to boot-
They would no longer wander, for they had finally found a place to root.
.
The children played in the flower filled yard, and eventually grew up, and moved away-
The younger woman and her husband, grew older, day by day.
.
The fig tree bloomed, and bore much fruit every year-
When the husband passed away, the old woman grieved, and shed many a tear.
.
The paint on the house had taken a heavy beating, from the years of weather-
The frail old woman, one day, just didn’t get any better.
.
The yard grew up and the house eventually had to be torn down-
All that was left, was the large fig tree filled with birds, making wonderful chirping sounds.
.
As I looked out the window, I saw how it used to be-
The memories of my Great-Grandmother, in her fruit of life, in another century.

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