Joyce told me about this story.
WARNING: Grab a hankie before you read it.
WARNING: Grab a hankie before you read it.
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The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
3 comments:
Thanks for sharing that.
Too bad a majority in this country don't really care anymore.
"Grab a hankie" was right. Thanks for sharing. That mother brings honor to her son, and he to her.
Be sure and click on the heading and see today's post---when a smile is a victory. Hankie alert on this one, too.
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