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Christopher Robin

At a children’s book exhibit With amazing things on view, I was struck to find a case Which had the one and only Pooh. In the same display was Eeyore, Roo and Kanga, even Tigger; All were gifts to son from father Every year as he got bigger. Now the son, Christopher Robin, Was the hero of the books So his character was given All his foibles, traits and looks. Though it looked quite sweet and tender, I once heard a different tale – That the son despised his father Once those books were put on sale. So it’s wise to then consider What our kids will really think If we choose to share their stories – They may someday need a shrink. But it could have been avoided Had the hero been called “Joe;” Then Chris Robin could have basked in glory, Incognito, though.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 2/22/2014 9:29:00 PM
Parent's and children. What cha' gonna do? Sometime's I think the only time they understand eachother is when their time is through. I automatically start humming Loggins and Messina's song when this subject comes up. Great song. Peace. :)
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