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One Husband, One Wife, Five Children and Everything in Between

We recently were in a unit of poetry for Language Arts. Our oldest daughter wrote the following poem: (Clearly she has a lot of experience of playing in mud when she shouldn’t be.)

You walk upon the mud

Going barefoot everywhere.

The mud will become sinking sand

pulling

you

in.

You know you must get out but you can’t.

The trees begin to stare

And soon there’s water everywhere

You take one more step and

You’re out!

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