I was born in a dust storm,
In a Texas cotton field,
In the middle of the Depression,
In the year of 32.
Seventh child to my mother,
Who had all the mouths to feed
Here I came a little sapling,
In a great big family,
Raised on cornbread, milk, and taters,
And a lot of love you see.
Mary Francis Kierepka
3/17/1932-9/28/2017
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