I wrote this Thanksgiving of '97 Yes, I was invited but someone else was sitting in my place at table and this I would not tolerate so I prepared a good meal and worked in my yard and had a jolly good time. And then I wrote this poem.
When I go to my rest Do not cry for me
I will be with you Even more then, then now
You will find me In the quite summer breeze
As you sit on the beach on a cool fall night I will be there
As you take a walk Or hold your first grandchild I will be there
When you go to pray I will be there
But most of all When you are grey Getting old and all alone
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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