I can breathe so I can get out of bed,
I am alive and open two eyes to see!
I can move here there everywhere,
and go into the kitchen and smell,
all the good thing that are cooking.
In this house a delicious turkey,
stuffing, biscuits, muffins, rolls,
rich buttery pound cake, German chocolate,
sweet potato and pumpkins pies.
The aroma from the kitchen astounds you.
Your mouth screams suffer me no more,
If we don't dine soon I will parish,
the aroma alone slays me!
Please tempt my fate and my wait,
with a succulent glass of wine.
For this moment I am so grateful,
to God our Father in heaven.
Who make all things possible!
Yum Yum, you made me hungry, Michael. I need to have holiday dinner at your house! We have so much to be thankful for and not enough time to give enough thanks. Lovely poem.
In this fourth and final installment the intrepid crew is taken to the limits of their endurance as they brave a subterranean world filled with dangers and bizarre wonders. When Thurid’s warriors are defeated the crew frees the Grettig family from ca
When I wrote ths book in 2000, I was concerned about children having access to the Internet and to chat rooms where "you can be anyone you want." Here we are many years later and the situation with children talking freely to stangers on the Internet
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