Mine
Hers
Yours
His
Where is the one we gave him
That’s hers
You wanted to play with his at our house
He can’t play with that
It’s mine
That’s hers
I know it’s yours but he has it now
He won’t play with it long
Mine
Well it was really mine when I was a kid …
But …
I’m sharing it now
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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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