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The Tricycle Army 1

The tricycle army What does a tricycle mean to a three year old? Just as another plaything, does, it, she behold? Loving it like the grown-up’s love for love’s madness On it, she roves about the yard and inside the house. But , is it all there is to this special bonding? No, it has got another level of standing. Like, when she thinks someone in the house had hurt her Crying for help, she runs to her grandfather, Quickly mounts her tricycle without omission And escorts the grandpa to the scene of action Seated on its saddle like a queen on horseback Shouts orders to give her tormentor a nice whack Applauding the action with gleeful laughter The- tricycle- army glides back to its quarter. For: Gwendolen Rix’s “My Bicycle” contest 28 apr 12

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Date: 5/2/2012 8:23:00 PM
gosh, I maybe could have written about my tricycle too. My mom said I adored mine. This is very cute!!
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Date: 5/1/2012 7:45:00 AM
A very good memory she would have, Jag. And when you compare it to the love of grown-ups, very interesting :) Dinda
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Date: 4/28/2012 5:20:00 PM
that's a very lovely story poem. I enjoyed reading it,God bless you. Hugs!Erich
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Date: 4/28/2012 1:25:00 PM
Wow... this is great... thanks for sharing....smiles....chiquita
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Date: 4/28/2012 9:21:00 AM
So sweet poem for the contest, wish you luck and hope for a win for you! - oxox love Anne-Lise
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Date: 4/28/2012 8:53:00 AM
:) Jag this is adorable!! So very Well Done! "Seated on its saddle like a queen on horseback..." Wonderful write my friend! big hugs,love ~deb
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Date: 4/28/2012 8:40:00 AM
Smile ˜ Yeap, and there they stood at the trone of heaven thousands of years ago, The Tricycle Army ˜ My love always, John!:) *
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