Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Apple doesn't fall far ...

On the phone to Mom, who I haven't seen in several days because I have a cold I can't seem to shake.
Mom: What are you up to?

Me: Reading bad poetry.  (I read her some, and rant a little)

Mom:  Here, write this down:

     the phone rang
     the bird sang
     the chick chirped
     the baby burped
     the mother sneezed
     and the grandmother wheezed.

So I did.

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