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Anne's Kitchen
I like my Anne's cooking
Out of this world you know it
Her cornbread can't be beaten
And one look at my waistline will showit.
I set at my table and wonder
My goodness, I said, what's this
Why Andy, they're biscuits, my mixture
The thumps this morning you'll miss.
Then standing in the kitchen
With a twinkle in her eye
Not making cornbread or biscuits
But wow, my favorite, chicken pot pie.
As I was standing by the table
The rattling of pots and pans
I thought to myself and amazed
What a talent God put in her hands.
By Andy....1999
Ann & Andy's Christmas
The night before Christmas, at Andy & Ann's house,
One nibbling the cheese-ball, like a little mouse.
Another was staring at the lights shining bright,
Others were eating cookies, some of Ann's delight.
The children were looking at gifts under the tree,
But so was the other kids, age up to seventy three.
The gifts were all wrapped, some large and some small,
But to the young children, did'nt matter at all.
Then opening the gifts, ripping paper did'nt matter,
The look on Ann's face, care in wrapping did shatter.
But we love the children, the joy in their face,
So, ok Andy and Ann, start cleaning the place.
By Andy...1999