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Family Portrait: for Carl

This is you; this is me, at the end of the row, white-faced. I have you clamped in an iron grip to keep you from getting off my lap. The camera was quick; next minute you were howling your head off! At the other end, Ray is not looking pleasant; Yes, we can wait all day if we want to! With an occasional worn-out sob, Linda props her head against him And I smile down at you just like the photographer said to.

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