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This story is based on what happened on Sunday when I went for a walk with my son in the park.
Submitted:May 25, 2009 Reads: 117 Comments: 3 Likes: 2
We walked in the park, but my little son tarried.
"I'm tried", he said "And I want to be carried."
He got up on my shoulders but managed somehow,
To pull off some leaves from a low-hanging bough.
He proceeded to rub the leaves into my head.
Now my grey patch is gone; I've a green patch instead.
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