A parent is a poem (anecdote). Published on 09/05/201009/24/2010 by taylor mardis katz Every morning I wake up and I tell Emile, Life is not a clock; it’s a cloud. You like? Share! Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
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