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Post by charliegirl on Jun 21, 2007 13:25:28 GMT -5
He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked him... Like his mother used to do
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Post by jj on Jun 21, 2007 14:45:32 GMT -5
I remember that one and it still makes me.....
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Post by misty on Jun 21, 2007 15:06:33 GMT -5
Me too...No matter how many times I see that it still gives me a chuckle!
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Post by unicorn on Jun 21, 2007 18:58:59 GMT -5
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