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From outside your family boundaries, Arthur does look the cheeky monkey! But I have to nip back the indignation I feel when you tell of how he raids you because by now no doubt you have all sorted out your family dynamics so that they work well enough for everyone actually involved.
posted by
Ciel
on May 22, 2016 at 7:04 AM
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Re: Naut
Thanks Naut, Arthur is lonely, I think. I just don't know how these little kiddies pop up perhaps they are really young women in drag. 
Like Kabu, I know she won't read this. Oops I should have posted you last.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 21, 2016 at 10:19 AM
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Re: Kabu
Yes I suppose so Kabu, one has to agree with most folk kidlike. 
posted by
C_C_T
on May 21, 2016 at 10:12 AM
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Re: Rpresta
Well he has given me lots of clothes so I couldn't say much as I did not know it was there. I did buy loads of sun resistant clothing last year but it has hardly been warm enough to wear. Yes I suppose it does one writes and wonders.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 21, 2016 at 10:10 AM
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Re: FS
I think I do a wash every couple of days , I get splashed with mud .
posted by
C_C_T
on May 21, 2016 at 10:04 AM
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Re: Thank you for the poem about the child's life. It truly is one for the
I know Pat, but I pushed three white ones back I thought they would do as vests. Glad you liked the poem
posted by
C_C_T
on May 21, 2016 at 10:02 AM
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Re: Taps
Kids all walked to school usually in little bunches, I remember we called one the tribe of Israel, because it consisted of three large families. I had a little Ford second hand of course, but the steering kept veering to the right.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 21, 2016 at 8:15 AM
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Re: CCT
...or even a milliner. I can picture Arthur as a milliner.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 21, 2016 at 7:21 AM
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Your poem is great. It reminds me of my own childhood although we were never driven anywhere. We had to walk everywhere, or walk up the hill to the bus stop and wait on it for a ride to town. We didn't even have a car until I was sixteen. Mom & Dad rode the bus too. The year I was 16, dad bought a car and we took a trip out west....all eight of us in a little Ford.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 21, 2016 at 7:19 AM
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Thank you for the poem about the child's life. It truly is one for the
collection. I've been winnowing and tossing out of my closet and storage - who needs more than half a dozen outfits? I live my life in jeans these days, and sweatshirts are so cozy...
posted by
Pat_B
on May 21, 2016 at 7:00 AM
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I have to do my laundry tomorrow...A lot of people find life to be a worry once that childhood innocence is lost.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 21, 2016 at 5:31 AM
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Sounds like Bro went shopping in your closet for a coat. Now turn about is fair play, they say... I have 2 hats that are sun resistant. Shall get more I think. Love the poem. It all goes and flows together quite nicely. 
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on May 20, 2016 at 10:07 PM
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I do love the poem. It is priceless. Your Bro. treats you like a kid, I suppose you are.
posted by
Kabu
on May 20, 2016 at 1:40 PM
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CCT
Tell Arthur if he likes it so much to become a haberdasher and to stop worrying about your shirts...And I totally love this poem about a little girl's life! It's definitely one for the collection! 
posted by
Nautikos
on May 20, 2016 at 11:21 AM
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