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A pinch of salt, a dab of pepper, a spinkle of Mrs.Dash
Lets mix it all together
Gifted hands starting at the age five
Helping grandma in the kitchen all the time
Choosing to say in the house to learn all the ingredients
Instead of going outside to play hide and seek
Grandma always told me my hands are special,
You wait, watch and see what I tell you
Gifted hands is for certain people only
The miracles that you will be able to do
Don't forget what grandma told you
6 bars of 10oz cracker barrel cheese, eggs, carnation milk,
seasonings, salt & pepper
When you put it all together, this makes macaroni & cheese
One of the gifted hand's favorite dishes
It will melt in your mouth like a piece of candy
Grandma always told me my hands were gifted
Now I cater for a variety of people
Gifted hands is one of my best qualities.
Nerrissa Jenkins
Contest-With these hands
12/17/13
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For a job well done, amazed by the outcome.
Although they could not visualize it, they loved every bit.
The imagination of their thoughts, Lambert Treasures were chosen.
Excited by what they saw, the room was the best fit.
Although they could not visualize it, they loved every bit.
Anxious to see all the details, the ones they requested.
Excited by what they saw, the room was the best fit.
What was presented, were Lambert Treasures creative reflections.
Anxious to see all the details, the ones they requested.
The fairytale they longed for, their dreams were coming true.
What was presented, were Lambert Treasures creative reflections.
Their days were numbered, oh how their enthusiasm grew.
The fairytale they longed for, their dreams were coming true.
Not knowing were to start, they pondered on what to do.
Their days were numbered, oh how their enthusiasm grew.
They researched and made phone calls, they had no clue.
Not knowing were to start, they pondered on what to do.
Lambert Treasures saved them, their work is impeccable.
They researched and made phone calls, they had no clue.
The day was finally here, the room was beautiful.
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My mother, oh my God
This woman was extraordinary
The woman who gave birth to me
The woman who took care of thee
My mother
This woman was extraordinary
A loving mother
One who always supported and helped others
She would give what she had
To bring people out of their struggles
Oh my God
This women was extraordinary
Had her own style
She did not walk a straight path
She loved my father
Although he whipped her behind
This woman was extraordinary
She kept a roof over her children's head
Made sure we were fed
Although she had a drug problem that never stopped her
Vanessa R. Turner
10/16/52 to 09/17/96
She handled her business
She got all that the welfare could give us
This woman was extraordinary
Over the years she became ill
A victim of HIV
A dialysis patient
Although she faced these challenges she sustained
Who she was my mother extraordinary
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He sticks to the wall
He sticks to the door
He even sticks to the floor
When I'm alone and I feel a way
I pull Bobby out the draw
He always saves the day
I bounce up and down on him
If I'm just that freaky
I might such it, jerk it, jump on it and hump it
Its just the size for me
I keep him near
I never know when
I'm going to need him again
Yeah
I said his name is Bobby
He does the job when I'm alone I use him to solve the problem.
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