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Friday, July 4, 2008

4th of July

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My grandson did not want to talk at first. He chose to communicate with screams. His mother always told him, ForFor Use Your Words. When trying to name my little blog I thought of this. I am after all, trying to put my thoughts down to tell you about my life. I thought to myself, Beverly-Use Your Words.

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After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, 'Who was THAT?'

I always write a good first line, but I have trouble in writing the others. Moliere
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