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28.01.2025

Anne-Lise Andresen
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CAKE ANYONE? ??

?? Mudeira?
?? Mississippi Mud cake?
?? Colin the EARTHworm?

Just imagine....

...how much your children would LOVE one of our Mud Kitchens.

We can even supply the MUD!!!!

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   Child mind with red apple cheeks,
   and brilliant eyes.
   Do you wish to taste my mud cake?
   Unclean hands,
   picking the first dandelion of spring.
   Found a stone that flashes silver -
   a valuable treasure

   Studying an anthill,
   a large dome-shaped pile of pine needles.
   Look, an earthworm, it's a friend.
   Scrapes and bruises on the knees doesn't matter,
   the blood has congealed hours ago.

   Climbing up a huge tree,
   can almost touch the moon.
   A child isn’t afraid to explore.
   Ouch, a splinter in the finger.
   Mom will fix it when I come home.
   Life doesn’t have to be complicated.

   Many times it is not the wound itself
   that needs the most care and attention.

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 1/31/2025 5:33:00 PM

Anne-Lise, this reflects a time-tested philosophy of letting our kids play. You have done something wonderful here and identified what really does matter! Smiles!

Kelly Deschler

Date: 1/31/2025 10:26:00 AM

How fun this is to read! Delightful! ... As kids, we were not afraid to play and get dirty or even get hurt. I don't know why we ever grow out of such things :)

Jay Narain

Date: 1/29/2025 10:09:00 AM

Ha ha, mud pies. Never had seen before. The innocent young life vanishes as we grow old. Nice poem.

Ink Empress

Date: 1/29/2025 4:47:00 AM

Such innocence and heartfelt lines throughout this poem dear anne lise! Love the cute picture youv used also and how your poem ends with wisdom and understanding , yes, many times it isnt the wound that needs most care and attention. How profound! Pleasure reading you today. Sending you light always