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Mother Earth decided To have a yard sale From the sands on her beach With all of its sea shells Including all the forest green And mountain tops as well Even all the in-betweens Along with everything else Selling all her waters The entire lot Ponds, lakes, and winding streams What's clean and what's not Even comes with the fish All ready to be caught Puddles go for 50 cents If that's all you've got Feel's she's getting way too old To take care of it all From the largest that there is To the smallest of the smalls With the creatures that can walk And those that slither and crawl Trying her best to get full price Before she has to discount it all She'll pay the price for adds up front Advertising in the almanac Get it in early enough So she's not stuck in the back Make it all day Fri And half a day on Sat With a chance to buy it all Wherever you are at As Mother Earth delegently Sets up her yard sale All must go as you can see Take it home for yourself Once it's all sold and gone She has yet to figure out Just knows that she desperatly needs Some time alone to herself
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
Mother Earth's Yard Sale
Mother Earth decided To have a yard sale From the sands on her beach With all of its sea shells Including all the forest green And mountain tops as well Even all the in-betweens Along with everything else Selling all her waters The entire lot Ponds, lakes, and winding streams What's clean and what's not Even comes with the fish All ready to be caught Puddles go for 50 cents If that's all you've got Feel's she's getting way too old To take care of it all From the largest that there is To the smallest of the smalls With the creatures that can walk And those that slither and crawl Trying her best to get full price Before she has to discount it all She'll pay the price for adds up front Advertising in the almanac Get it in early enough So she's not stuck in the back Make it all day Fri And half a day on Sat With a chance to buy it all Wherever you are at As Mother Earth delegently Sets up her yard sale All must go as you can see Take it home for yourself Once it's all sold and gone She has yet to figure out Just knows that she desperatly needs Some time alone to herself
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
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