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Goats milk? The woman said, yes, I think I know a man who can get you some, he keeps goats you see. I nodded my head. Our daughter can't drink cow's milk brings her out in a rash and gives her a funny tummy. How old's your daughter? The woman asked. About two years or so, I replied. Yes, goat's milk'll be best. She walked down the path and off and I shut the door. My daughters were playing some game upon the floor, my wife upstairs with our year born son. We're getting you some goat's milk, I said to Chan our second daughter. Won't the goat mind me having its milk? She asked. No,I said, it likes to share; some for you and some for her. And me? Danni said, I like goat's milk, too, as I’m only three, and three a small number next to two. Yes, I suppose you both can, I said. But not baby, Ole, she said, he's too small, he has mummy's milk all to himself. The girls carried on with their game. I got ready to go to work and the long walk there at a school for boys a few miles away. I smoked a quick cigarette watching our girls at play.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
GOAT'S MILK 1985.
Goats milk? The woman said, yes, I think I know a man who can get you some, he keeps goats you see. I nodded my head. Our daughter can't drink cow's milk brings her out in a rash and gives her a funny tummy. How old's your daughter? The woman asked. About two years or so, I replied. Yes, goat's milk'll be best. She walked down the path and off and I shut the door. My daughters were playing some game upon the floor, my wife upstairs with our year born son. We're getting you some goat's milk, I said to Chan our second daughter. Won't the goat mind me having its milk? She asked. No,I said, it likes to share; some for you and some for her. And me? Danni said, I like goat's milk, too, as I’m only three, and three a small number next to two. Yes, I suppose you both can, I said. But not baby, Ole, she said, he's too small, he has mummy's milk all to himself. The girls carried on with their game. I got ready to go to work and the long walk there at a school for boys a few miles away. I smoked a quick cigarette watching our girls at play.
A FATHER AND GOAT'S MILK FOR A DAUGHTER IN 1985.
terry-collett
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
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