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April 30, 2006
From the attic
Lisa, second grade, thoughts on moving from Delaware to NC:
"By Lisa Linn. It was fun up in Delawar But We had to moov to N.C.. I'm probly gonna spend haf my life in a motel. It's not to fun in one but I'm gonna hafta Do It."
A halloween story, no date.
"the pumpkin who saved Holloween. Wons ther was a pumqrin and on holloween Nikte the pepel that owned it forgot to carv it but it was a magic one and it carv it's self."
The "little sweet potato" poem. For some reason, this poem became infamous in the family. Dated 1976.
"There was a little sweet potato
He was a little guy
He had a lot of friends
But he was very shy
His friends were playful
But he was not
So one day he was boiled in a pot"
Posted by lisa at April 30, 2006 07:22 PM
Comments
I love the sweet potato poem. It reminds me of Steph's song to Spike:
I have a dog
His name is Spike
He's the best kind of doggie
That I like
Posted by: Stephanie on April 30, 2006 09:45 PM
let that be a lesson to you -- always be playful, or into the boiling water you go!
Posted by: Steph Mineart on May 1, 2006 10:44 AM
i don't like sweet potatoes much, anyway. BOIL THEM ALL!
Posted by: lisa on May 1, 2006 11:38 PM
ok, so a) your comment won't post right away because i have to approve it first and b) you might get a server error but your comment probably posted anyway and c) previewing doesn't work so i've removed the preview button.