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Eight Minute Car Ride

How do you? When do you? What do you? Why do you? What is that? How did it get there? Are we there yet? Who made the grass green? Where are those clouds going? Why is God up there? Where is the devil? Are we there yet? How sharp is that? What did you want? Why did you say that? Where was I before I was here? Are we there yet? How can you do that? What is that sign? Was that a dog? Was that a cat? It was funny! Are we there yet? Why is this taking so LONG? Are we almost there? How much longer? Are we there yet? An eight-minute car ride with a four-year-old.

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Date: 10/3/2018 5:20:00 AM
Ooh, I guessed right; a 4 year old! Well depicted in this poem. Great piece.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/3/2018 7:09:00 AM
It is so easy for me; my life has been a life devoted to this stuff.
Date: 10/2/2018 10:24:00 PM
So very true... ;D
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/3/2018 7:10:00 AM
I started writing it and it just zoomed.
Date: 10/2/2018 2:21:00 PM
Kids' imaginations always seem to be in overdrive!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/2/2018 3:00:00 PM
Which is why they are the perfect people to hang with.
Date: 10/2/2018 7:20:00 AM
That was tiring, Caren. LOL
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/2/2018 7:30:00 AM
It always is.

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