This poem is about having fun with my brothers and sisters!  --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/cupoetry/support

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Mom Knew

Growing up with my brothers, sisters and I would quietly go outside and play by throwing soft dirt clods at each other. A few days after a good rain the ground was just right. If you got hit by a dirt clod you are out. The one remaining without being hit was the winner. Those were some carefree years!  --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/cupoetry/support

Morning Fun

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hubhopper

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