Sharing with her entire being
Ideal surrogate grandmother
Longing for her cherished songs
Epitome of pure sweetness
Nature's poetic minstrel
Treasured lap for storytime

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Windy city's hidden marvel
Inventive creator of the south shore
Nothing but praise from her heart
Glowing eyes that simply sparkled
Secretly sketched me as I drew for her

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"17" joyFULL jaunts down Memory Lane with my dear Great Auntie Florence :):):)

DREAM~~~DARE~~~DIVE!!! :):):)

Auntie Florence & I are immersed with sweet Julie Andrews as we "Feed The Birds"

Mary Poppins:
Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes
In her own special way to the people she call,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs
Come feed the little birds,
Show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry
Their nests are so bare
All it takes is tuppence from you
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
Feed the birds," that's what she cries
While overhead, her birds fill the skies

All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares
Although you can't see it,
You know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares

Though her words are simple and few
Listen, listen, she's calling to you
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag"

Though her words are simple and few
Listen, listen, she's calling to you
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag"