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Egg Money

             Egg
Money

                They
             sat on
the
          back
porch, in
      crates,
destined for
    market. 
Grandmother
  carefully
hand-washed &
 dried each egg. 
When she
had  tallied 
several  dozen,  
they were taken to
the store 
in  town, which also
passed 
as gas station &
post office.
 For her, it was a
bit more
   than a  trip to
sell eggs;
    it was a time to
visit,
      gossip &
perhaps 
         choose a
new
              broom.

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  1. Date: 8/1/2014 7:14:00 PM

    How nice.. I look back in the rear view!
  1. Date: 7/31/2014 7:36:00 PM

    Reminds me of my grandmother and days gone by. Beautiful memories. Lyn

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