Haylee Poems - Poems about Haylee

...It was finally a sunny day after all the rain. Jeff Smith climbed back on his tractor again, Monday and the soft ground, was now mud. He hoped to pull that stump out with a thud. His mu......

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...My Haylee; My Waylee I still remember when you used to cry all day nearly daily My Little Boog-Ann You also smell like a crayon My Prettiest Girl You're like the prettiest pearl My Cutie Patoot......

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...I miss being 10 at 10, there are no responsibilities, at least not any serious ones. At 10, play time was all the time, especially during recess, but not during tests. I miss being 10 during games ......

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