Saturday, August 24, 2013

eight







Dearest Homer boy

 thank you for your sweetness.
i've never heard a better chuckle.
you hate to be alone.
peace is your nature.
food is alright by you.
rolling....not as much.
you're ready to get up and play.
mom, not as much.
 
stay little.
 
i'll eat you up, i love you so
 
momma

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