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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul. John Keats Keats sure makes it sound…
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Goooood moorning…Lammers Ranch!
(Can’t you hear Robin William’s unmistakeable voice?) Nothing wakes you up in the morning like a crop duster buzzing the…
Letters to my Children | The Baby
Dear Jake, I love how you call me mama. I love the way it flows off your tongue and your…