September 7, 2009
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When did it happen?
When did they grow-up. When did they change? When did the dirt in the tub go from sand and sweat to grease and oil? When did I stop being able to kiss it and make it better and why doesn’t a popsicle and a bandaid make all things right again?
Comments (2)
This reminds me of a song my aunt wrote years ago “If I kiss you will you go away, like in the games my mother us to play. Your so much hurt, I wish you wouldn’t stay, If I kiss you will you go away.” Liz Anderson
It is funny, this song has so been on my mind lately and this blog just seemed to match it.
Hey! There you are! I’ve missed you. But looks like all is well — The blog is beautiful! I love it.