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A Mom's Advice
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A Mom's Advice |
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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
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A Mom's Advice "Unkempt the room, a clutterd mind," she said it with conviction, and often, I well recall, as she'd more disorder find, an immediate eviction swear, muttering down the hall about the prospects, dire and dim, predestined for her bungled brood. Two glass office structures stand, the old house gone, feelings brim the eye, nostalgia's homeward mood on Mother's Day, makes its demand. A white carnation must portray the one word I refuse to say, it much too soon, just ten years past her last advice. "The easy way, a pony ride, where children play away their years. Avoid, aghast, the waste of what you can't replace. Stand straight and tall, each day your all put on the line, my one request." Cliched, of course, but who'd disgrace that sweetest face her urgent call to room with life as if its guest? --H. Arlequin |
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H. Arlequin Member
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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Excellent, H.A. This one brought some tears. That white carnation is very sad, isn't it? I wish I could still wear the pink one. I didn't get to wear it for too long. Your Mom sounds as if she were very wise indeed. I'm sure she's smiling down on you for remembering her sound advice! Love ya!  Denise |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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This one slipped down a bit too quick! |
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