This biography was removed due
to the misuse of others
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* THE ARTIST *
"She scanned the table with keen old eyes--
There was the brown fried chicken
The creamy custard pies
The cool bright green of pickles
And the ruby glow of jell.
Then she hastened to the cellar
Before she rang the bell
And brought the golden butter
With its drops of frosty dew
Chilled and sweet and delicate
In a deep bowl of old blue."
-- Mary Elizabeth Manhkey
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to the misuse of others
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* THE ARTIST *
"She scanned the table with keen old eyes--
There was the brown fried chicken
The creamy custard pies
The cool bright green of pickles
And the ruby glow of jell.
Then she hastened to the cellar
Before she rang the bell
And brought the golden butter
With its drops of frosty dew
Chilled and sweet and delicate
In a deep bowl of old blue."
-- Mary Elizabeth Manhkey
*********************************
This biography was removed due
to the misuse of others
**********************************
* THE ARTIST *
"She scanned the table with keen old eyes--
There was the brown fried chicken
The creamy custard pies
The cool bright green of pickles
And the ruby glow of jell.
Then she hastened to the cellar
Before she rang the bell
And brought the golden butter
With its drops of frosty dew
Chilled and sweet and delicate
In a deep bowl of old blue."
-- Mary Elizabeth Manhkey
*********************************
to the misuse of others
**********************************
* THE ARTIST *
"She scanned the table with keen old eyes--
There was the brown fried chicken
The creamy custard pies
The cool bright green of pickles
And the ruby glow of jell.
Then she hastened to the cellar
Before she rang the bell
And brought the golden butter
With its drops of frosty dew
Chilled and sweet and delicate
In a deep bowl of old blue."
-- Mary Elizabeth Manhkey
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