Tag Archives: growing up

oof

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cluster

A cluster of grandchildren three boys aged one to six has descended upon our house with attendant parents and thickets of pencils crayons, stitched and cast little toys paper, musical instruments diversions, digressions and questions One we can understand and … Continue reading

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behind the barn

nicotine stains on the rain-grayed barn-boards condom hidden behind a loose plank pranks of growing, we often chuckled kids will be kids: and we gave them a spank then they grew up and they watched their children organized everything sponsored … Continue reading

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