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My Grandmother's House!
That country-styled house of yesteryear has gone so fast now a sweet memory of times gone away from me, You could smell the breeze pushing and blowing a fragrance in the air. This story is told where memory has been and will be again to unfold!
The lace curtains white and brown twirled with a sash
In the wooden country house of old oh and that wooden firewood stove. Yes! Still, remember the delicious smell flowing in the air
A burning memory of mine, so old! and rare!
Its a memory of a time gone by and the taste of
Grandmother's juicy Blueberry pie and her SweetP Potato pies
I was there! Waiting!!
Step by step in and out of the house pacing back and forth!
Walking by the wood stove waiting
As I wanted a taste of that blueberry pie! Smelling this tantalizing scent the potato pie glazed my eyes too and moist my tongue I had to wait so my mind was made up because the eyes knew and saw
 which I would taste first  but at that time I was looking and staring at the empty plate also the wind seems to blow this fragrance out the window a drift
down the road down the street across the path back inside again!  However when I looked toward the barn, the cows mooed and the trees gave a breeze blowing sweetly it felt like the joy of pure delight and me, and my mouth held on tight to the scent felt like it had crossed the sea then back to me , it was there everywhere Just thinking as am walking down the street thinking about Oh yes my grandmother, the wood stove of old burned like no other high cooking fire in grandmother's house! I was there!
 Excuse me  Miz this is
                            McDonald, may I take your order Please? Yes! just 
                                                          thinking!

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