Sunday, June 14, 2009

Ode to joy

It's raining; it's pouring.


The old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head,:

He couldn't get up in the morning. (4am to go to scout camp)
There are so many things to do.
Like cut your own Kiwi.

And let the twins wrestle, all before church.

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