Sobbing and clinging
Face pressed against my shoulder;
Seasons all do pass
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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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- Sisyphus
- How to Make a Ghost
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- Almost Two and Running
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- Trip to the Orchard
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