My Sons.

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Chipped teeth and stinky socks

Sticks, rocks and worn out shoes

Pine tree forts and building blocks

And this Mommy's heart

imprisoned by love's locks.

Hen243

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  • http://www.jenngrant.blogspot.com jenn grant

    boys are great aren’t they?! ;)