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! Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
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