I’ve reached down to my very core and found I’m not sure anymore.
I tried to have a little fun without offending anyone.
I’m not a great philosophizer. I can’t make us any wiser.
I choose topics quite generical, so your response won’t be hysterical.
Not everyone turns up their thumb. Sometimes my writing is humdrum.
My life stories are mostly true, but still, they might not interest you.
My family doesn’t like them all. From their good graces…I sometimes fall.
Are my stories Dilly Dilly? Do you think I’m stuck on silly?
You get a vote, so take a stand. I want you to raise your hand.
“I want to hear the truth,” I say. So you must vote yea or nay.
I will ask you just one question. There’s no time for a bull session.
Do you want me to be more real, sing more songs… be more genteel?
The Beasterhop, Brick House, and Pearl stories, are just some of the categories.
Don’t forget about the Queen and Dakotah. I need caffeine.
My Murdo Girl stories from long ago, touched some of you and me, also.
I rapped a rap written by Lav. You’re the best readers I could ever have.
I wanted us to drive along route sixty- six …to celebrate my 66(th).
I wrote Connie’s story at my old age, and you all read every single page.
We took a trip to southern South Dakota. You all helped me to reach my quota.
I’m talking about the water towers. We named them all and made them ours.
We went to Murdo for a celebration. Dean’s birthday was filled with
I’ve laughed and cried and shook my head at all the comments I have read.
You tell me I am quite prolific. I think you are all terrific.
Let’s see where old Murdo Girl stands. When you vote, I’ll count the hands.
Vote yea if you can take some more. Vote nay if you think her lore’s a bore.
THE YEA’S HAVE IT.
A hand raising lesson