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Andys Day |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569
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Tiny hands they close the box Insuring its safe keep He hides it underneath his bed And soon he'll drift to sleep He'll dream of all his treasures That he carefully tucked away The pinecone, pebbles & mussel shells His great finds of the day So sleep my sweet little angel And dream of calm ponds of gray Of puppy dogs and sailing ships and little boys at play |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Very nice. I still have my treasure box with treasures that I'll never be able to get rid of. aziza |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Oh, they grow so fast! The joy of little boys and their zest for fun... Wonderfully poignant poem. ~ Klassy |
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