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Sweet memories...I, too, am raising my grandchildren between my pages.
If I had known grandchildren were so special, I'd had them first. Good poem.
posted by
Winged
on March 19, 2008 at 5:18 AM
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BRRRRRR I remember waiting for my bus in the snow.....
posted by
FineYoungSinger
on March 12, 2008 at 1:24 PM
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thanks again for more great posts,, i really enjoy your work
posted by
Samantha39
on March 12, 2008 at 12:36 PM
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Ha, recollection becomes poetry!
posted by
BC-A
on March 11, 2008 at 4:26 PM
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I love it when an unexpected experience gets the ink flowing! sam
posted by
sam444
on March 11, 2008 at 6:39 AM
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Nostalgia.......
perhaps as we grow older we feel that we cannot act or think like children anymore; a very well worn fallacy - maybe we should! Take care my friend; thank you
posted by
mariaki
on March 11, 2008 at 5:34 AM
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Hi, winged
I understand what you're saying. When we're young we think there is time enough for everything. By the time grandchildren are in the picture we began to understand how wrong we were. I know raising grandchildren is probably a hassle, but I also know it must have its rewards. You have my respect and admiration. Not all of us get a chance at a second legacy.
posted by
notapoet
on March 11, 2008 at 1:39 AM
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Morning. I'm also dreaming of days of old. I'm presently raising my
grandkids between the pages I'm now blogging. Time is precious. We don't appreciate
it till we get older. That's too bad.
posted by
Winged
on March 11, 2008 at 1:27 AM
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