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I will turn back the pages of my life to Christmas's so sweet and old,
        when me, mom and dad would make meat pies;
                 and we watched Gone With The Wind with sighs,
                           the pies were our Christmas surprise.
Mom mixed the meat, I talked and dad filled, and the dough rolled,
        seems to me that we baked fifty pies or more;
                 for all those coming to our Christmas Day door,
                         and into each pie our love and joy did pour.
It was a lot of work for us but they were beautiful pies to behold,
       oh, a long movie was that-  Gone With The Wind;
                 and we liked each word nice and unkind, 
                           I have some sweet memories in my mind.
Mom and grandma wrapped each cooked meat pie in waxed paper gold,
         and that movie still makes me happy in my heart;
                 each Gone With The Pie gift-   are part
                          of heart-warming memories that never depart.

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November 16, 2018

Poetry/Rhyme/Gone With The Wind
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1085-593-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Written for the contest, Punny Holiday Pies
sponsor, Michelle Faulker

Fifth Place

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