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Mothers Are the Necessity of Invention

One morning quite early, I knocked on the door of my mothers room, No answer so I burst in, Boy was she cross, She was dressing, So all the next week I ordered a big mdf board from the diy store, Painted it following the Japanese Master tradition of Hiroshige, the paint dried, Then I cut up the board into three equal parts, Today i put hinges on , And finally I presented my mother with a Japanese screen.

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Date: 12/12/2010 6:24:00 AM
Very frolicsome child-like feelings you have penned, Anthony
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Date: 12/12/2010 5:46:00 AM
lol very good, tough to get those images out of your mind Im sure...enjoyed and smiled
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