"Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,
For babies grow up, I've learned, to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep."
-- Author Unknown
Monday, February 21, 2011
Just A Thought.......
Posted by The Rowlands at 10:04 AM
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I am always sad when my babies grow up. I like that poem.
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