From my memoir River of Memories: An Appalachian Boyhood
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Cry Like a Baby
If I surveyed just all the kids
Who remember Papaw Jack,
They'd conjure memories in their heads
And no doubt want him back.
They'd ponder this and ponder that;
Perhaps, perchance, just maybe
They'd hear their papaw in their thoughts--
Him cryin' like a baby.
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(((HUGS))) and love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
great voice.
thanks,
d.