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Baby back ribs and piggy back rides. Plane seats in coach and airplanes by the couch. Times when your words were gifts to help my present dilemmas, and times when my biggest dilemma was what to tell Santa. Frequent naps on your La-Z-Boy laps. Sometimes I like to sit back and reminisce about the places we've been - Seattle for games, Wild Waves, and though I may be too old for big slides now I still wonder who would win in a race. Time slips by us too quick.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
Baby Back Ribs and Piggy Back Rides (Pt. 1)
Baby back ribs and piggy back rides. Plane seats in coach and airplanes by the couch. Times when your words were gifts to help my present dilemmas, and times when my biggest dilemma was what to tell Santa. Frequent naps on your La-Z-Boy laps. Sometimes I like to sit back and reminisce about the places we've been - Seattle for games, Wild Waves, and though I may be too old for big slides now I still wonder who would win in a race. Time slips by us too quick.
Part one of a poem I wrote about my parents for Father's Day/my mom's birthday
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
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