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Sunday, April 15, 2012

Memories from Childhood

I cannot remember the first time I heard my dad recite this poem, nor could I begin to count the numbers of times I've heard him recite it since.  It always gives him such delight to say it, and it makes me smile every time I hear it.  And now I'm sharing this gem with you:

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck ...  by Mother Goose : The Poetry Foundation

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