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It's About Thyme
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It's About Thyme |
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Justin Thyme Member
since 1999-09-13
Posts 216Oz |
"It's About Thyme" Perplexed when mother called me to the door and looked with scowl and doubt at my small hands, then asked if I had washed them, or once more, had failed to use the soap and rinse the sands. I looked at her and saw her glaring eyes, then back out to the sandbox where toys sank, I quickly, in my little mind summ'ized, that if my hands weren't washed, then I'd get spanked. My dinner had been ready for some Thyme. And Mama had already called me in. And yet I stayed and played as though sublime, and that's when I remember my first sin. I lied, Yes Mama, I have washed my hands. She looked and smiled and I felt I had hope. I was so happy she did understand, and scurried to the sink to find some soap. The kitchen had a smell of apple pie and Mama, she was standing at the sink. And so I ran upstairs to keep the lie and passing by her, she gave me a wink. Our dinner had avoided reprimands 'til Mama gave my Papa a high sign, and Papa asked if I had washed my hands. I nodded, then he shouted, "It's 'bout Thyme!" -by Justin Thyme I wrote this someThyme in 1999 ? [This message has been edited by Justin Thyme (edited 04-25-2001).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Cute. You're having a punning good thyme aren't you? Joyce |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
I think it's a celebration of 2 years Thyme! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
a rhyme from Thyme...suits me fine... |
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