Too stressed for mind control so I’m trying for some fun today. I’ve been clearing old records. I found a little song I wrote to be sung to the tune of You Are My Sunshine. Take some time to enjoy it with some little one today. Good as an “un-stresser.”
This is my right hand, my only right hand;
I want to use it, like God says to
I will use it, to make someone happy.
I will use my left hand, too.
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Continue stanza’s as “right foot,” “left foot” etc.
Last stanza: Hands indicate “body” by putting hands
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
The little words in the picture were the same as I typed in the body of the post. I just used that picture to show how I originated it on a hand written piece of paper. Sorry you worked on it. Thanks anyway for caring enough to be sure. I’ll take it as a lesson. 😀
I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
Sweet aroma 
Thank you, I finally worked out how to enlarge your words, Blessings!
The little words in the picture were the same as I typed in the body of the post. I just used that picture to show how I originated it on a hand written piece of paper. Sorry you worked on it. Thanks anyway for caring enough to be sure. I’ll take it as a lesson. 😀
I like the fourth line in the stanza about using the left hand too.
Are you a left handed person? You are certainly not left politically.
I do use my left hand for many things.
😀