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I guess she had to be tough Pat, the weak go under. 
posted by
C_C_T
on January 22, 2013 at 11:35 AM
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Hang in there, Pat. I'm still lurking about regularily reading those I regard as friends.
I have to admit some of the things i see on Blogit cause me to need a stitch or two in my tongue because of having to bite it sooooo much.
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on January 22, 2013 at 3:22 AM
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Mother have a way about them that's for sure.
posted by
UtahJay
on January 22, 2013 at 12:09 AM
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PatB
Your mama unt mine vould have been together in ze SS.
posted by
WileyJohn
on January 21, 2013 at 5:18 PM
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I'm glad my mother didn't belong to that kamp! 
posted by
JimmyA
on January 21, 2013 at 1:41 PM
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it wasn't so much Mother, she was easily manipulated ....the Dad that I
adored was more like my SS....and this poem while capturing those feelings of fear is at the same time very funny. You clever writer again.
posted by
Kabu
on January 21, 2013 at 10:13 AM
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Pat
This is very good! The allusion to Mom's readiness to transform herself is hilarious! And I'm sure even in her role as SS guard she meant well...
posted by
Nautikos
on January 21, 2013 at 7:09 AM
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They always more careful when visitors were around, weren't they? It sure felt like they were bearing swastikas when we got caught out.
Great poem!
posted by
adnohr
on January 21, 2013 at 6:12 AM
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