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- the Poetry of Life – #013 by Kent chronicles - tuesdays for tea on Jun 10, 2009
“Mom, I need to buy this shirt!”, said she. I thought a minute – is it really a need? Will she wear it out more times than three? It was on sale, though hardly for free… But in the end, I said, “Sure, sweet”. The shirt, you see, will...
- the Poetry of Life – #011 by Kent chronicles - tuesdays for tea on Jun 10, 2009
My boy he always giggles And when he does he always squiggles And when I tickle him he wiggles And then it gives his legs the jiggles And his whole body twists and wriggles. It always starts with just his giggles! copyright 2009 AKent Posted in Poet...
- the Poetry of Life – #005 by Kent chronicles - tuesdays for tea on Apr 8, 2009
While sleep continues to elude me I try to remember days less moody. I’m certain there was a time long ago When I didn’t swing quite so ‘to and fro’… The life I had back ‘in the days’ Were full of friends, di...
- the Poetry of Life - #005 by Kent chronicles - tuesdays for tea on Apr 8, 2009
While sleep continues to elude me I try to remember days less moody. I’m certain there was a time long ago When I didn’t swing quite so ‘to and fro’… The life I had back ‘in the days’ Were full of friends, di...
- the Poetry of Life – #002 by Kent chronicles - tuesdays for tea on Mar 4, 2009
Once there was this super guy I’m sure that he could even fly A super hero – one of a kind No stronger man you could find “Stinky Diaper Pants” was his name And of his smell he felt no shame I didn’t think she’d mind, my mothe...
- the Poetry of Life - #002 by Kent chronicles - tuesdays for tea on Mar 4, 2009
Once there was this super guy I’m sure that he could even fly A super hero – one of a kind No stronger man you could find “Stinky Diaper Pants” was his name And of his smell he felt no shame I didn’t think she’d mind, my mothe...
- the Poetry of Life – #001 by Kent chronicles - tuesdays for tea on Feb 3, 2009
Whoosh, grrrr – then I sit to stay On my chair, with a hot latte. I put it down and turn around To find a boy down on the ground! I pick him up and hold him close ‘Til he’s sure he’s loved the most. I put him on the couch to sit A...
