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I love Rose's Leaves, this poem is incredible. You have her talent, this sounds like your work too. I do not blame her one bit that was her baby girl and boys did not need to be that accessable to private times. 
posted by
Justi
on January 13, 2014 at 10:00 PM
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Sounds like a tough time for almost everyone! And I guess having to deal with an 'outhouse' didn't help matters much. Yeah, we had our ups & downs with certain neighbors when I was growing up too. I guess almost every neighborhood was like that . . . 
posted by
JimmyA
on January 13, 2014 at 2:07 PM
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I loved the poem.
posted by
UtahJay
on January 13, 2014 at 11:27 AM
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nice pic and poem.
posted by
Carolyn_Moe
on January 13, 2014 at 5:55 AM
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What a pleasant morning song!
posted by
shamasehar
on January 13, 2014 at 2:38 AM
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Re: C_C_T
I don't need a real one, I have this picture on my wall. 
posted by
TAPS.
on January 12, 2014 at 11:53 PM
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I guess Mothers could do with a bit of that uplift today. Lovely poem Taps. Why don't you get son to build you a outhouse for old memory sake.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 12, 2014 at 11:31 PM
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TAPS
love it! mom was a proper mother hen who stood up for her chicks...
posted by
Nautikos
on January 12, 2014 at 6:04 PM
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I enjoy reading your memories...I would not have wanted to use an outhouse during this recent cold snap.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 12, 2014 at 5:11 PM
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mothers can/have and probably still do threaten the most violent of deaths onto their children when they are mad...I used to throw my stilletto heels a my boys (they could run faster than me) but never let a Mother see you upsetting her chick. Feathers will fly. I find this poem absolutely delightful..very you actually dear Taps.
posted by
Kabu
on January 12, 2014 at 2:53 PM
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Mothers were fierce then -- and now, come to think of it.
But to my mind they were in charge. Love your mother's poetry. ♥
posted by
Pat_B
on January 12, 2014 at 11:47 AM
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