Soft-hearted dear, Grannie Brown was friend to the children in town. When the smell of her baking spread hopes of partaking, in minutes, guess who’d be around.
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This limerick, a tale from “the good old days,” is my contribution today to National Poetry Month.
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I'm a wife, mom & grandma, homemaker, avid reader, blogger, and nature lover enjoying country living. I write short stories, poems, and share life experiences, adding a dash of humor whenever I can.
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