She cried. Now I'm crying.
I wrote the poem about being a cocoon for my daughter this morning...
I guess the song speaks for itself:
Thursday, January 20, 2011
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She cried. Now I'm crying.
I wrote the poem about being a cocoon for my daughter this morning...
I guess the song speaks for itself:
1 comment:
This song speaks volumes of what I want to scream for my daughter. Because in Pre-K already- she has muttered the word "perfect"... its a disgusting word in the context of comparative.
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