Hi,
Does everybody get junk mail? I most certainly do!
I get as many as nine or 10 sometimes. It keeps me busy tearing up my name and address on the envelope before throwing them away.
They all say I can win a lot of money and, oh yes, there is a catch to it... You have to send them money in order to see if you're a winner.
Where do they get my name and address? Most of them I've never heard of. I get them from all over the United States, and also from Australia. I guess I have to gripe about something and this is No. 1 on my list.
I was just thinking about the old days when I went to school. There were no school buses then, and my sisters and brothers walked one-and-a-half miles to and from school. When my four children went to school I took them, and several of our neighbors kids. But now they ride school buses, and I think that's wonderful!
A lot of things have changed for the better throughout the years. I remember my Mom washing clothes on our porch with a tub and washboard, and hanging them on the line outdoors. Today we have electric washers and dryers that save us a lot of time and work. If you stop and think about it, there are numerous other things that have been invented to save us a lot of work, and I appreciate all of them.
My gem... Courtesy, politeness, and smiles are all contagious. So be a carrier.
Today, I have a poem about the old Ford of yesterday.
My Old Tin Can
The Ford is my auto. I shall not walk. It maketh me to lie down beneath it. It leaveth me stranded in deep waters. It vexeth my soul. It leadeth me in the path of ridicule for its namesake.
Yea, though I ride through the valleys. I am towed up the hills. I fear all evil for my sparkplug corrodeth. My rods and my bolts discomfort me. It preparest a puncture in the presence of trouble. It anointest my hands with grease. My radiator boileth over.
Surely curses and punctures shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall plead before the Ford in vain forever.
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Hi,
Does everybody get junk mail? I most certainly do!
I get as many as nine or 10 sometimes. It keeps me busy tearing up my name and address on the envelope before throwing them away.
They all say I can win a lot of money and, oh yes, there is a catch to it... You have to send them money in order to see if you're a winner.
Where do they get my name and address? Most of them I've never heard of. I get them from all over the United States, and also from Australia. I guess I have to gripe about something and this is No. 1 on my list.
I was just thinking about the old days when I went to school. There were no school buses then, and my sisters and brothers walked one-and-a-half miles to and from school. When my four children went to school I took them, and several of our neighbors kids. But now they ride school buses, and I think that's wonderful!
A lot of things have changed for the better throughout the years. I remember my Mom washing clothes on our porch with a tub and washboard, and hanging them on the line outdoors. Today we have electric washers and dryers that save us a lot of time and work. If you stop and think about it, there are numerous other things that have been invented to save us a lot of work, and I appreciate all of them.
My gem... Courtesy, politeness, and smiles are all contagious. So be a carrier.
Today, I have a poem about the old Ford of yesterday.
My Old Tin Can
The Ford is my auto. I shall not walk. It maketh me to lie down beneath it. It leaveth me stranded in deep waters. It vexeth my soul. It leadeth me in the path of ridicule for its namesake.
Yea, though I ride through the valleys. I am towed up the hills. I fear all evil for my sparkplug corrodeth. My rods and my bolts discomfort me. It preparest a puncture in the presence of trouble. It anointest my hands with grease. My radiator boileth over.
Surely curses and punctures shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall plead before the Ford in vain forever.
