This is a sugar free dessert that even the boys have taken to.
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I Call It Home
By Garnett Ann Schultz Perhaps you'd call it very plain This farmhouse quaint and old, So gently tucked 'midst country hills And kissed by sunshine gold, The country lane that reaches far Around each crook and bend, And then the magic sky of blue With cotton clouds to lend. You mightn't notice all the trees Or redbirds as they call, Or fail to see the colors bright That bless the gorgeous fall, The small white squirrel I call my own Who visits day by day, To climb the trees and find the nuts While frolicking in play. I'm sure you wouldn't call it great With lawn on every side, Nor would you find the memories All fondly tucked inside, And yet I ever shall return However far I roam Although you'd only see a house I'm proud-I call it home. |
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