tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27692924.post2828105675490407511..comments2023-10-30T11:54:59.580-04:00Comments on fresh coffee on the front porch: an ode to my daughters111http://www.blogger.com/profile/12222840658933912603noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27692924.post-63945908281436978232008-12-09T14:22:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:22:00.000-05:00now that's poetrynow that's poetryMarilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11174997362812620266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27692924.post-79834289960722020152008-12-08T17:06:00.000-05:002008-12-08T17:06:00.000-05:00I went to summer camp one week every year as a kid...I went to summer camp one week every year as a kid. Our camp is at the beach and one day one year I was whistling with grass and was holding it too tightly (and differently than you are here) and it ripped and the nice thick blade of grass managed to give me a nice slice right along the corner of my mouth. It was a little painful...like a bad paper cut. Be careful.<BR/><BR/>This is beautiful, by the way. I love seeing (and reading) people love their children. Love is so incredible. Thanks for sharing. :)Krissihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05251832311405963636noreply@blogger.com