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| Copyright Alice E. Steimle - April 2006 |
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Part time I was raised a city slicker gal I had lots of friends, but only one true pal Her name was Phyllis, she was so ever true If you needed anything, she'd come running to you She lived two houses away from my piano teacher Her neighbor was the local town preacher Her eyes were sparkling amber; her hair was jet black There wasn't anything in this world that Phyllis didn't lack |
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| That was many years ago, and I no longer live there Now I'm just a country gal, where folks do really care In my neck of the woods no neighbors have I When things get rather lonely or sad perhaps I may ask why Now critters are coming out again, cute animals and snake I won't go into the woods now, don't ask me for Pete's sake We have so many gardens where butterflies take flight They'll let you get close to them; yes they just might |
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| Rural life is splendid, and it's peaceful and so grand There's always someone willing to give you a helping hand You can always count on something happening on any day So why not come and visit cause you're welcomed to stay If you like the quiet where you see nothing but the land This is where to come, and we'll always understand Spring is one of my favorite seasons, everything comes alive Here you are welcomed to always come inside |
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