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Life has always been a struggle, Ever since I was a child. We ate mostly beans and 'tators, Which mother served with a smile. We never had much money, But we were wealthy with bunches of Love, And we had our share of blessings, Sent from our Father up above. Daddy was a hard worker, We usually lived on a farm. Mother kept the house clean, Even when it was as cold as a barn. My hair was always curled, Our clothes were ironed and neat. On week-ends we would have company, With a smile one their faces, ready to eat. And now it is still a struggle For my husband and me. But there is always food on the table, For which we are thankful as can be. By Louise Alley Dec. 16, 1999