The Little Daisy Girl and Other Poems
   Some people think they know me so well, you see, They see me on the outside, but never on the inside. But I know Someone who knows me inside who doesn't care what I look like outside, That's the Lord for you...He's so complete. Sometimes I try to be perfect...HA HA. But I know it will never be till I reach that beautiful place in the sky someday...You'll see... 

    THE GIRL IN LONG STOCKINGS 

   The girl in long stockings, Had thick ones, with flockings, In patterns of diamonds, Ivy, and garlands, 

   Ivory, or claret, Like her favorite beret, Or aquamarene, Since she liked to be seen, In long stockings. 

   "I'd rather wear them on my legs,"   Said she, "than leave them home on pegs. Not short, but clear up past my knees, To keep them warm in any breeze, 

   And not so clear, When they are sheer, But amber, smoke, or even gray, Since that's the color for today! 

   'Cause like my friends, It all depends, On the color of my stockings." 

    AN EVERLASTING FRIEND 

   If one day you feel alone, and there's no one to turn to, When the road gets a little bumpy, And you can't find your way, Just remember Jesus knows a better way, He can be your friend, But keep in touch day after day He will show you the way, For He is meek and lowly at heart, From Him you will never part And have a friend forever, You will soon see that your life has Changed in a very special way, And you will soon find that He will Meet your every need, Just remember you can't go wrong with Jesus. 

    MY REBATE 

   I bought a phone the other day, Plus a rebate they gave away, My own money returned to me, They only keep the interest, you see. 

   Four months' wait is lots of time, To heal cuts from cutting dotted lines, To get all your Proofs of Purchase, Because the ones you lose are worthless. 

   Not to mention the mailman's, Extra bags from overstuffed mailcans, Bulging with my rebate slips, For greed maybe he hates trips. 

   Oh God in Heaven redeem my soul, No rebates -- Jesus, take control, Your angels never get so tired, As the mailman, who expired. 


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