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Summer nears it’s end
the warm touch of sun on skin
cools and turns to snow.
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Summer nears it’s end
the warm touch of sun on skin
cools and turns to snow.
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Find more Haiku’s at Playgroups are no place for children.
For more of my Haiku’s click here.
It began when you were very small,
No other source of food at all,
every hour, sometimes less,
you would suckle at my breast.
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Everywhere we went they’d smile
supportive of us all the while,
You were young and cute and small
of course I breastfed, after all.
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Strangers told me they were proud
in voices strident, voices loud,
that I chose to bare my breast.
They told me it was for the best.
♥
Now that you walk, and run, and play,
our nursing support has become dismay!
Though you are still a babe to me
a big kid and breasts is all they see.
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Despite the heads that shake away
We still nurse all night and day!
You are still my little one,
we will nurse until you’re done.
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(Support breastfeeding, celebrate World Breastfeeding Week!)
(Also posted on API Speaks)
…instead of getting more resumes onto the desks of overwhelmed HR personnel whose first reaction will be to scream and shove my resume into the circular file!!
I am up playing World of Warcraft.
(Okay, it’s only one of my addictions, I spent some part of the day organizing the gallery page on my blog and photo shopping all the pictures I want to put on the gallery page. Blogging and Photography are two more of my addictions. It’s a long list.)
But still… here I am, at 11 p.m., running through Dustwallow Marsh in Kalimdor on the back of my striped kitty steed. (Can a kitty be a steed?)
It’s only been 5 months since I last logged on to play! (Sadly, I am not exaggerating. Boy I’m getting a lot out of that $14.95 a month!!)
I am hunting firey dragonkin, and helping an ogre revenge his slaughtered clan.
Clearly this is more important than performing another job search.