It's 8 in the morning my nephew slept over and the boys are playing in the living room. I am in my little kitchen with my black cup.
It takes time to get two boys down at night when they just want to play and for a minuet I thought to myself that I won't invite him over for a long time. I may not be a perfect parent but my son knows my rules and he knows how things are done here so when another boy comes over and he isn't used to this it complicates things a bit. He eats with his
A short poem to celebrate the occasion of Her Majesty Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of Great Britain, Ireland and the British Dominions beyond the Seas Queen, Defender of the Faith's Diamond Jubilee.
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