Don't squeeze the Charmin.
A Horse of a different Color
children
my husband name is Larry
Masterpiece Sheet of Paper.
At least the child thought it was.
Oh, and mother thought it was.
Oh, and Pa thought it was.
Nobody else mattered.
You tell Um, Lola.................
There is a child's innocence surrounding us all.
There is a hundred measure of guilt in between,
In our mind's eye!!!
Ta Da!! Which way do we go?? That is the question.................
"to thine own self be true"
Truer words were never spoken
