The first day of school, Miss Angie passed out great big yellow pencils just the size of my nostrils. I stuck the blunt end of mine up my nose. It felt really smooth and slick. It smelled just like Mother’s iron skillet. Miss Angie got all mad, picked it out of my hand, and threw it in the gray metal trash can with a big thunk. “Don’t stick pencils up your nose. That’s nasty.” The pencil didn’t look that nasty to me or I wouldn’t have stuck it up my nose.
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I love your stories. They are so funny!
I know that you don’t write poetry–at least on your blog, but I wanted to invite you to the “Love in Ten Sentences” poetry challenge. Thought you might like to give it a try!
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I appreciate the thought. I might give it a try. Thanks.
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Oh Beth!! I would of done the same things, just for sh*t and giggles.
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Well it just made sense. It was a perfect fit.
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I love how children think. Sure some are more imaginative as others, their approach is simple and uncomplicated. <3
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Made sense to me!
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Me too. :-D :-P :-P
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I look forward to the story about crayolas, chocolate milkl, ink wells, and all the other good memories you have, welling up inside you! ,
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I loved the way crayon paper tasted, but the crayons stuck in my teeth.
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Haha, that’s a lovely point of view!!!
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LOL… YOU are crazy and makes crazy as well!!!!!! hahahahaha
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Can’t deny it!
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I like your logic!
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