He taps the words
Onto the board
His mind is going
Oh Good Lord
I read his work
And it's a joy
His name is Ben
And he's my boy
He's done the work
He's labored true
I can't be prouder
That he is through
The world is out there
Waiting now
For all he'll create
I know they'll say WOW!
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Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2004
He takes after his great writing Mom?
Have a Hoppy Christmas you and yours, Ok
With love
cuzz........Ron
Reviewed by D May (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2004
There is something very special about mothers and sons. This made me smile.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
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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Have a Hoppy Christmas you and yours, Ok
With love
cuzz........Ron