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February 22, 2011

Published by Mommy Maddy at February 22, 2011

Sissy

I answer my phone and i hear this meek voice saying hi granny.It was a sweet little sissy on the other end she wanted me to dress her up and show her off to my friends .Told her lets get into my sissy closet and see what we can find for her to dress up in. We try on all kinds of different cloths and outfits thats until i remembered this one special outfit i had put away i reached into the back of the closet and pull it out.She tries it on and its a perfect fit so get the other stuff that i bought with it she puts it on and omg she is asbolutely adorable she prances around the room showing herself off and giggles to herself.We had so much fun that day. Silvie 1-888-430-2010

February 7, 2011

Published by Mommy Maddy at February 7, 2011

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The Cat and the Moon

The cat went here and there and the moon spun round like a top, and the nearest kin of the moon, the creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, for, wander and wail as he would, the pure cold light in the sky troubled his animal blood. Minnaloushe runs in the grass lifting his delicate feet. Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance? When two close kindred meet, what better than call a dance? Maybe the moon may learn, tired of that courtly fashion, a new dance turn Minnaloushe creeps through the grass from moonlit place to place, the sacred moon overhead has taken a new phase. Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils will pass from change to change, and that from round to crescent, from crescent to round they range? Minnaloushe creeps through the grass alone, important and wise, and lifts to the changing moon his changing eyes. William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) Lorraine

November 22, 2010

Published by Mommy Maddy at November 22, 2010

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One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). Silvie by Shel Silverstein

November 8, 2010

Published by Mommy Maddy at November 8, 2010

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Thanksgiving Is a Moment to Remember

Thanksgiving is a moment to remember How little we can do to move the stars. All we are and have we must surrender, Nor is Earth less inscrutable than Mars. Knowing this, we know the need for friends Sharing both our pleasures and our pain, Giving, though it may not serve their ends, In joy the love that will our love sustain. Very much like water in a lake, In sum we serve as mirrors to the sky. No one alone can heaven’s picture take. Given friends, we know the reason why. Mommy Lorraine

October 25, 2010

Published by Mommy Maddy at October 25, 2010

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Haunted House

There’s a house upon the hilltop We will not go inside For that is where the witches live, Where ghosts and goblins hide. Tonight they have their party, All the lights are burning bright, But oh we will not go inside The haunted house tonight. The demons there are whirling And the spirits swirl about. They sing their songs to Halloween. “Come join the fun,” they shout. But we do not want to go there So we run with all our might And oh we will not go inside The haunted house tonight. By Jack Prelutsky Silvie

August 17, 2010

Published by Mommy Maddy at August 17, 2010

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The Silent Passer-by

// <![CDATA[// // <![CDATA[// When I was a child, I didn’t have hair on my head, just some stubs. I liked to watch my friends play. I would join them now and then, but I preferred watching. Every day, we would see an old man walking by our playground, carrying an umbrella. He had big ears and a bald head. The moment my friends saw him pass by, they would shout, “Hey, deaf and dumb, what’s the time?” They told me that he could neither hear nor speak. It was early evening. I was standing at the gate of my house, when I saw the old man coming. I was alone. There were no friends around to shout the usual words of ‘greeting’. But how could I let this man walk by without saying anything? So for the first time, I asked in a soft voice, “Hey deaf and dumb, what’s the time?” The old man looked at me. Then he looked at his watch and replied,”It’s five thirty.” Lorraine I ran inside the house and never shouted at the old man after that day.