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Scolding

Crash. Pounding. I Hit Him, Sinking nails in. His Wails soar Louder. My Frustrations Leave Me; For now, I feel Less Alone. Delightful Dirges always help... But then my Mom Storms in, Hands on Hips. "Bethani Dianne, turn that Piano Down!"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 7/19/2011 5:10:00 PM
Had me to the end, Beth. Many congrats on your SUPER WIN. Lainie
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Date: 7/15/2011 7:30:00 AM
Congrats Beth on your amazing win with this lovely creation....
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Date: 7/15/2011 4:50:00 AM
Congratulations Beth on the win in Brian's "Poetes" contest. Love, Carol
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