September 11, 2019September 11, 2019 Pat Cegan Foot in the Mouth The baby puts her foot in her mouth–how cute. I put my foot in my mouth and look like a fool. The flexibility of youth turned rigid with age. Share with a friend:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
My children all did, then bit them and cried – it was attached! Discovery! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I love the photos with your poetry. It makes your poems so soft and sweet. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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My children all did, then bit them and cried – it was attached! Discovery!
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I love the photos with your poetry. It makes your poems so soft and sweet.
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True indeed!
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