The Prude Disapproves
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Friday, February 10, 2012
Let's get the Love going
All Because
Author Unknown
I climbed up the door
and opened the stairs,
Said my pajamas
and put on my prayers,
Then I turned off the bed
and
crawled into the light
And all because
you kissed me goodnight!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Strange
Strange
Mildred Bowers Armstrong
Strange–to grow up and not be different,
Not beautiful or even very wise,
No winging-out the way of butterflies,
No sudden blindfold-lifting from the eyes.
Strange–to grow up and still be wondering,
Reverent at petals and snow,
Still holding breath,
Still often tiptoe,
Questioning dew and stars,
Wanting to know!
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