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The boy in the bed of his parents
a treat happened once in a year,
as he slept with the fragrance of mother
while his elders were drinking much beer.
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Angie's right, Herbert. I've clearly misconstrued your message here. I'll run with Angie's interpretation of this poem. Herbert, I am really sorry for offending you. I do not consider you 'sick' at all. Humbly, Gina.
And who is Gin? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? H
Herbert, I think Gin just misunderstood your intention of the poem.
What is it? Gin? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? H
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8/25/2025 9:26:49 PM # 1.0.0
I think this is really sweet Herbert. This has such a comforting ''old world'' feel to it for me...not sure why exactly. A nice glimpse at childhood in regards to extended family. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary