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I had my maternal grandmother yelling at me a lot when I was a kid...I love how you throw in those age twists in your poetry.

posted by FormerStudentIntern on January 6, 2017 at 9:43 AM | link to this | reply

C.C.T.

posted by BC-A on January 6, 2017 at 8:39 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Bro

He was, is, always artful . Well not so much now he gave me a £25 voucher for Christmas. Once he gave the baby brother a cockerals head for his present.

posted by C_C_T on January 6, 2017 at 1:06 AM | link to this | reply

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Well I wouldn't be bribed it was her fault now you have made me stamp my foot.

posted by C_C_T on January 6, 2017 at 1:03 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Pat

Yes I know I was good at walking around without a nose Pat. Thank you.

posted by C_C_T on January 6, 2017 at 1:02 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Katray

Thanks Kat one learns the hard way no doubt.

posted by C_C_T on January 6, 2017 at 1:00 AM | link to this | reply

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Feels Like I have had to eat the hand sometimes A.

posted by C_C_T on January 6, 2017 at 12:59 AM | link to this | reply

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Cannot be to proud Sam I still miss that half pear.'

posted by C_C_T on January 6, 2017 at 12:58 AM | link to this | reply

Re:RPresta

Memories RP. I suppose we all have some we would like to forget. Thank you.

posted by C_C_T on January 6, 2017 at 12:57 AM | link to this | reply

CCT

Love the tale of the Auntie and the sweets! And the poem surprised me totally at the end! Well done.

posted by Sea_Gypsy on January 5, 2017 at 11:24 PM | link to this | reply

I think it's those who hesitate are lost or lose out! LOL! sam

posted by sam444 on January 5, 2017 at 10:27 PM | link to this | reply

we have the saying "don't bite the hand that feeds you."

posted by Annicita on January 5, 2017 at 4:58 PM | link to this | reply

Lol, defiance can make one hungry..or noseless?

The poem matches up well; wasn't expecting the ending - good work, C C T!

posted by Katray2 on January 5, 2017 at 11:25 AM | link to this | reply

We used to call that kind of behavior

cutting off one's nose to spite one's face... Funny what memories come knocking about crotchety aunties and child logic. Seems like the poem carried on the theme. Good work!