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“Uh ... no.” - Michelle P., a friend, when I wanted a real kiss on New Year's Eve
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It disgusts me. The litter I see on the side of the road. Potato chip bags, aluminum cans, candy wrappers. You name it, Americans throw it out their car windows…
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In days long gone, the dinner table served as a gathering place for families. It was the social gathering site where the day was recounted over a hot cooked meal,…
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It's here, it's finally here! I never thought it would come but now it has. Dove Season officially opened in North Carolina on Labor Day!!
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Cute and Cuddly Gismo. Wus.When I was younger, much younger, the movie " Gremlins " was released. I was twelve when we went to see it in the theatre…
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Second grade. Mrs. Mim's class. It was a time of innocence and playfulness. We were kids who knew nothing of the gas shortage or the real world. The nation had…
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One for every mood.All men eventually experience that first time in the condom aisle. Be it in the local drug store or the 7-11 down the street, we've all had…
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I had a birthday this past Thursday. I turned 37. Getting older means different things to different people. Thirty-seven isn't a magic number by any means, to most people, but…
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Written by Ross Cavins
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Monday, 09 July 2007 07:33 |
What I Fear Most, Looking Forward
II look forward to the chicken noodle soup,
The bedtime stories causing eyes to droop.
Their laughter will fill the house with such joy,
I want one of each, a girl and a boy. I look forward to their little baby talk,
The crawling, the giggling, the eating of chalk.
The way they'll see through innocent eyes,
And never understand a single goodbye. I look forward to their first little word,
The weaving of sounds trying to be heard.
And then there will be the first time they stand,
Their toes all curled up, an outstretched pink hand.
The first steps will come one at a time,
Stumbling and bumbling and trying to climb. I look forward to all the love they'll inject,
The chaos of childhood, the house looking wrecked.
The first little scrape on their knees when they fall,
A Scooby Doo bandaid to make them feel tall. I even look forward to the crying at night,
The spitting of food when it don't taste quite right.
I can handle some vomit and that thing they call croup,
But what I fear most is that gooey green poop.
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