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The Joy of Peas
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The Joy of Peas |
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HM3 Member
since 1999-07-15
Posts 169TX |
Bret is such a cuddle muffin, a smile at first sight I take turns with Pop E to hold and hug him tight We call his Mom and Dad to ask, “Can Bret come play today?” He laughs and giggles, rolls and wiggles, babbling all the way He plays with this and rolls for that and then begins again Laughing at the smallest thing, with such an infectious grin He sees the spoon and starts to swoon, knowing what’s in store He hears the pop, starts to stop, babbling, “Give me more!” And with every spoonful, he shares with me the carefree The magnificent magic, the love, the wonder, the joy of peas Grandparents rock! Work like money doesn't matter, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody's watching... [This message has been edited by HM3 (01-10-2002 02:40 PM).] |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
ok, I totally agree...grandparents rock! and so does this poem  |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
YAY!!! Grandparents rock indeed, I love mine so so much and they always have such love and stories to share with us all, as they help us grow too! (kiss on cheek) I love this, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Wanda, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Totally adorable...and "all we are saying is give peas a chance!" GROAN...sorry, don't know what is wrong with me today! loved the poem...big wide smiles here. |
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