2004/04/06
When my father died and my two brothers and I sat down to talk about him, we discovered that we were talking about three different men - and I had never met the other two.
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This is a little poem from Ms. Frizzle:
*O you people of the business world,
How do you feel the seasons change?
Do you not sense May's surge of warmth,
the languorous days of early August,
the gathering urgency, the clean smell of September?*
its a beautiful sunny warm day, the birds are chirping and the smell of spring is in the air!
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This is a little poem from Ms. Frizzle:
*O you people of the business world,
How do you feel the seasons change?
Do you not sense May's surge of warmth,
the languorous days of early August,
the gathering urgency, the clean smell of September?*
its a beautiful sunny warm day, the birds are chirping and the smell of spring is in the air!
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