Thursday, 13 March 2014

A winter poem

I love winter

No bugs
No heat
No muddy feet

I love winter

No water parks
No sandy beach
No juicy peach

I love winter

Tho if it say good bye
I would not cry

This is as far as Harry got today.

Smart boy. More cuddling weather than walking.

Annette and the girls at their flying adventure.


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