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    The Darndest Things: A Poem and a Story

    June 2, 2010 by Brandy Vencel
    our sliding glass door

    A Poem
    The man held the machine,
    The machine turned the string,
    The string cut the weeds,
    And the yard looked nice.
    Then the man turned the machine,
    The machine turned the string
    The string hit a rock,
    The rock hit some glass,
    And the little boy screamed:
    Like a frozen waterfall, the door cracked slowly,
    Little lines travelled up,
    Little lines travelled down,
    The glass said, “Crack!”
    And later it said, “CRASH!”

    A Story

    There once was a little girl named Q. Her daddy broke a door, and she didn’t know what to do. When she found herself at her Granddad’s house, she said, “Gwanddad? Can I have some money from out of that money jar?” And her Granddad said, “What for?” And Q. said, “Well, my daddy bwoke a door and he needs help paying for it.” So, Granddad gave her a baggie full of change. She brought it home, and was very disappointed when Daddy told her to go put it in her room {though she didn’t complain}. Later that night, Daddy asked her why she had so much money, and Q. happily presented her daddy with a baggie full of coins.

    The End

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  • Reply Mystie June 3, 2010 at 1:46 am

    Oh dear! 🙂

  • Reply Jennifer June 2, 2010 at 8:05 pm

    Just adorable. We would have such boring stories if we did not have children 🙂

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