Mary's Little Lamb

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Dove

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This was recited by Dove/Marge's Aunt Nettie Sherman, on her 100th
birthday from memory - she passed away at the tender age of 105. This poem
was from her childhood in the late 1800's. When she was in her 80's she
taught herself Hebrew, Spanish and one other language, Marge can't remember
what it was. Marge says she was a remarkable woman.

A side story Marge told me about Nettie is - When she was very young
coming across the prairie into Colorado and had to jump off her wagon for a
"potty" stop. When she was "done" she realized AFTER she stood up that she
had pottied on top of a rattle snake. Needless to say she ran faster to
catch up to the wagon train than she ran away to find a private spot!!!!

Mary's Little Lamb

Mary had a diminutive sheet who's external covering was as devoid of
color as a congealed aqueous fluid which occasionally presents
insurmountable barriers to railroad traffic in the Sierras. And everywhere
that Mary perambulated this junior southdown was certain to get after her.

It legged her to the alphabet dispensary one day and the perceptor
ejected him from the interior for it made the children cacophonate and
skyfuncal to perceive an adolescent mutton in an edifice devoted to the
dissemination of knowledge.

Although old whack'um kicked him out yet still he lingered near and
waited just outside the door, 'til wack'um did appear. Then he ran to meet
that man and ran his level best, and met him must below, you know, just down
below the vest.

Old wack'um turned somerset and the goat stood on her head. But, Mary
laughed herself so sick, she had to go to bed.
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