Category Archives: Week 21

LIVING TO TELL THE TALE

cloth books +++++to please, appease +++++the youngest babes +++++gave way to clock books +++++with hands to spin +++++and set +++++in sundry ways some books there were with golden spines– some told of the olden times. . . some were writ … Continue reading

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LEARNING TO COUNT TO SEVEN

Enter the world a babe and mom– hard not to see you as only one. . . growing big, crawling, standing and soon, it’s hard not to see two of you. . . Daddy makes three. The other big kids … Continue reading

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RIDDLE ME THIS!

What am I? Who am I? Where am I? Guess! I’ll tell you a piece, and you’ll tell me the rest! I’m a child– you might be, too or you might be grown, But I’ll riddle you– then, what you’ll … Continue reading

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