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	<title>The Saturday Evening Post &#187; Abigail Cresson</title>
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		<title>God-Fearing Mrs. Bates</title>
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		<dc:creator>Abigail Cresson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Old Mrs. Bates is always Peeping through her curtain, Peering up and down the street, Making very certain Of the wicked goings on Of all of her neighbors To and from their roisterers, To and from their labors— Her nose is keen for gossip As a pointer’s for a pheasant— And all she knows about [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2009/11/28/archives/classic-fiction/godfearing-bates.html">God-Fearing Mrs. Bates</a>

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Old Mrs. Bates is always<br />
Peeping through her curtain,<br />
Peering up and down the street,<br />
Making very certain<br />
Of the wicked goings on<br />
Of all of her neighbors<br />
To and from their roisterers,<br />
To and from their labors—<br />
Her nose is keen for gossip<br />
As a pointer’s for a pheasant—<br />
And all she knows about them is<br />
Remarkably unpleasant.<br />
With hand before her pursed-up lips,<br />
Whispering, she goes<br />
From one house to another<br />
To hint of what she knows.</div>
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God-fearing, righteous Mrs. Bates,<br />
How she does revel in<br />
The fact that she is living<br />
In a world so filled with sin!</div>
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February 11, 1950, <em>The Saturday Evening Post</em></div>
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