Leaves fall on sandals;
Ball and small cleeted feet
Leave no room for leaves
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The truth is in the context. My context involves packing lunches, pushing vegetables, making beds, washing clothes, lots of singing and dancing, and pretending to hunt Bison. This blog is where I report my truth ... often in verse, seldom in rhyme, and never meant to be vocalized.
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- Love is ...
- Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
- Breathing
- Socks
- %$#&
- Fall Crafts
- Dark Juice
- Limited Vocabulary
- Green Grapes
- My Son
- Asleep
- Safari Shirt
- Four
- Looking Ahead
- What does a cow say?
- Happy 37th
- Last Day on the beach
- Tired Happy Parent
- Autumn Air Conditioning
- Under Five Soccer Practice
- Falling
- Later Summer
- The Path
- Late Summer
- After the Playground
- My son at the pool
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