Year 3A Poem by Teri MPeach pies and centipedes, and a lock that I broke on the first day that we never got around to fixing. Broken plates, and the four of us, and singing in the kitchen. And I'd put Laura Palmer to shame if they found what I was keeping here; so I don't keep a diary anymore. This I learned from her.
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Added on July 7, 2015 Last Updated on July 7, 2015 |