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Here you can compare how my daddy & I did our
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My Dad; May 1968[Top] [Myself, 2003] 22. мај 1968. године Лишће око ње, младо и ведро, мамило је њен кљун. Али један оштар фијук трже је из мисли. Овдје могу да саградим гнијездо. Ја не могу да живим без гнијезда. Translation: May 22, 1968 Leaves, young and bright, were teasing the bird's beak. Suddenly, a strong
wind put her thoughts somewhere else. Here I could build a nest. I cannot
live without a nest.
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I wrote this when I was 7½ years old: This poem reminds me of something that happens to us. On New Year's Day, we have a big noisy party. We invite friends and family. By the end of the party, there's usually a mess. You would see: Beany Babies, action figures, dinosaurs, pieces of Playdo scattered all over the floor. Roxana, the mom of Tomas and Paola, always starts to pick up our toys. Then we have to shout at her because it's our job to clean up our toys.
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