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The sun shining warmly on my face, I sit cross legged on the back porch happily eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich my mother had made for it. It's just the way I like it. Crusts cut off, and cut in four dainty pieces pieces. My mama loves me, yes she does! I arrange the pieces as though they are high quality finger foods on a gold platter and admire my work. I hear a bee buzzing in the back ground but oh no, no fear here. I lift my head with eyes closed to enjoy the warmth on my face, lift one of the pieces of my sandwich up to my mouth and slowly take a bite, chewing carefully and enjoying the grape jelly which rings my mouth like melted lipstick. My fingers sticky with my grape and peanut butter delight, I run them over the front of my dress like all four year olds do in an attempt to wipe them off. But I don't worry; mama will wash my hands when she brings me my milk. I always have milk with my peanut butter and jelly. I finish my lunch and smack little girl lips thinking that mama needs to hurry, I'm awfully thirsty. I call “mama, mama, I need my milk!” Time passes, the sun shines brighter scorching my face, and the bee is getting closer. I think to myself, “mama must be doing something important, I'll get my own milk, cause I'm a big girl”. I get up and in the prissy manner only a little girl can utilize, I carefully brush crumbs off my dress while leaving purple streaks down the front of it.
I lift my little plastic plate off the floor of the porch and reach for the back door, grasping the knobs with sticky hands and turn. And realize too late, that mama has locked me out. |
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very vivid so were u stung
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very vivid so were u stung Many times over. |
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very vivid so were u stung Many times over. hate to hear that imagine a darlying little red head a little firecracker |
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The sun shining warmly on my face, I sit cross legged on the back porch happily eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich my mother had made for it. It's just the way I like it. Crusts cut off, and cut in four dainty pieces pieces. My mama loves me, yes she does! I arrange the pieces as though they are high quality finger foods on a gold platter and admire my work. I hear a bee buzzing in the back ground but oh no, no fear here. I lift my head with eyes closed to enjoy the warmth on my face, lift one of the pieces of my sandwich up to my mouth and slowly take a bite, chewing carefully and enjoying the grape jelly which rings my mouth like melted lipstick. My fingers sticky with my grape and peanut butter delight, I run them over the front of my dress like all four year olds do in an attempt to wipe them off. But I don't worry; mama will wash my hands when she brings me my milk. I always have milk with my peanut butter and jelly. I finish my lunch and smack little girl lips thinking that mama needs to hurry, I'm awfully thirsty. I call “mama, mama, I need my milk!” Time passes, the sun shines brighter scorching my face, and the bee is getting closer. I think to myself, “mama must be doing something important, I'll get my own milk, cause I'm a big girl”. I get up and in the prissy manner only a little girl can utilize, I carefully brush crumbs off my dress while leaving purple streaks down the front of it. I lift my little plastic plate off the floor of the porch and reach for the back door, grasping the knobs with sticky hands and turn. And realize too late, that mama has locked me out. (((( Ms Wiz )))))) So vivid as I close my eyes I am sitting there beside you,, mine of course with Strawberry,,,, Wow!!!! Memories fill my mind  
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very vivid so were u stung Many times over. hate to hear that imagine a darlying little red head a little firecracker Well, those bees aren't too picky....*smile*... |
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The sun shining warmly on my face, I sit cross legged on the back porch happily eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich my mother had made for it. It's just the way I like it. Crusts cut off, and cut in four dainty pieces pieces. My mama loves me, yes she does! I arrange the pieces as though they are high quality finger foods on a gold platter and admire my work. I hear a bee buzzing in the back ground but oh no, no fear here. I lift my head with eyes closed to enjoy the warmth on my face, lift one of the pieces of my sandwich up to my mouth and slowly take a bite, chewing carefully and enjoying the grape jelly which rings my mouth like melted lipstick. My fingers sticky with my grape and peanut butter delight, I run them over the front of my dress like all four year olds do in an attempt to wipe them off. But I don't worry; mama will wash my hands when she brings me my milk. I always have milk with my peanut butter and jelly. I finish my lunch and smack little girl lips thinking that mama needs to hurry, I'm awfully thirsty. I call “mama, mama, I need my milk!” Time passes, the sun shines brighter scorching my face, and the bee is getting closer. I think to myself, “mama must be doing something important, I'll get my own milk, cause I'm a big girl”. I get up and in the prissy manner only a little girl can utilize, I carefully brush crumbs off my dress while leaving purple streaks down the front of it. I lift my little plastic plate off the floor of the porch and reach for the back door, grasping the knobs with sticky hands and turn. And realize too late, that mama has locked me out. (((( Ms Wiz )))))) So vivid as I close my eyes I am sitting there beside you,, mine of course with Strawberry,,,, Wow!!!! Memories fill my mind <<----hands Mom half a sandwich.....
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The sun shining warmly on my face, I sit cross legged on the back porch happily eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich my mother had made for it. It's just the way I like it. Crusts cut off, and cut in four dainty pieces pieces. My mama loves me, yes she does! I arrange the pieces as though they are high quality finger foods on a gold platter and admire my work. I hear a bee buzzing in the back ground but oh no, no fear here. I lift my head with eyes closed to enjoy the warmth on my face, lift one of the pieces of my sandwich up to my mouth and slowly take a bite, chewing carefully and enjoying the grape jelly which rings my mouth like melted lipstick. My fingers sticky with my grape and peanut butter delight, I run them over the front of my dress like all four year olds do in an attempt to wipe them off. But I don't worry; mama will wash my hands when she brings me my milk. I always have milk with my peanut butter and jelly. I finish my lunch and smack little girl lips thinking that mama needs to hurry, I'm awfully thirsty. I call “mama, mama, I need my milk!” Time passes, the sun shines brighter scorching my face, and the bee is getting closer. I think to myself, “mama must be doing something important, I'll get my own milk, cause I'm a big girl”. I get up and in the prissy manner only a little girl can utilize, I carefully brush crumbs off my dress while leaving purple streaks down the front of it. I lift my little plastic plate off the floor of the porch and reach for the back door, grasping the knobs with sticky hands and turn. And realize too late, that mama has locked me out. (((( Ms Wiz )))))) So vivid as I close my eyes I am sitting there beside you,, mine of course with Strawberry,,,, Wow!!!! Memories fill my mind <<----hands Mom half a sandwich..... <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< your Milk Me Lady 
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The sun shining warmly on my face, I sit cross legged on the back porch happily eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich my mother had made for it. It's just the way I like it. Crusts cut off, and cut in four dainty pieces pieces. My mama loves me, yes she does! I arrange the pieces as though they are high quality finger foods on a gold platter and admire my work. I hear a bee buzzing in the back ground but oh no, no fear here. I lift my head with eyes closed to enjoy the warmth on my face, lift one of the pieces of my sandwich up to my mouth and slowly take a bite, chewing carefully and enjoying the grape jelly which rings my mouth like melted lipstick. My fingers sticky with my grape and peanut butter delight, I run them over the front of my dress like all four year olds do in an attempt to wipe them off. But I don't worry; mama will wash my hands when she brings me my milk. I always have milk with my peanut butter and jelly. I finish my lunch and smack little girl lips thinking that mama needs to hurry, I'm awfully thirsty. I call “mama, mama, I need my milk!” Time passes, the sun shines brighter scorching my face, and the bee is getting closer. I think to myself, “mama must be doing something important, I'll get my own milk, cause I'm a big girl”. I get up and in the prissy manner only a little girl can utilize, I carefully brush crumbs off my dress while leaving purple streaks down the front of it. I lift my little plastic plate off the floor of the porch and reach for the back door, grasping the knobs with sticky hands and turn. And realize too late, that mama has locked me out. (((( Ms Wiz )))))) So vivid as I close my eyes I am sitting there beside you,, mine of course with Strawberry,,,, Wow!!!! Memories fill my mind <<----hands Mom half a sandwich..... <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< your Milk Me Lady <<---clinking her milk mug against Mom's....
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