I can just see the wee one tugging on mom's arm as the snowman melts away, telling her about the skin. How do you do that CJ. Here you're supposed to be grown up and that little kid keeps coming through. How about you and I go skipping? lol
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Rusty
Edie Batstone's first book of colourful picture poems invites us to jump into a child's world of wonder and possibility, just as a child jumps into a puddle - knowing only that it seems like a good idea at the time! Join her on this journey of disco
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Rusty