Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Budding poet

As I recall, it was at age eight that I began penning my own songs for the first time, usually Beatles-y knock-offs. Now my daughter Hannah, who seems to take after her father in quite a few ways, has really gotten into writing. She keeps a journal, writes stories, songs and poems, etc. On the ride to the bus stop this morning, she said, Hey, Dad, wanna hear a new poem I wrote while I was brushing my teeth?" "Of course!" "Never smile at a crocodile/ For when he opens his jaws, he WILL be vile!"

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