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	<title>Comments on: Sans Souci Way</title>
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	<description>Seeking Wisdom, Washing Dishes</description>
	<pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 20:54:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Mom to 3</title>
		<link>http://www.diaryof1.com/2007/04/14/sans-souci-way/#comment-77</link>
		<dc:creator>Mom to 3</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2007 00:58:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My 3 children wrote these poems for their Aunt Jenny:

LIMERICK
There once was a girl from Peru,
Who one day did catch the flu.
She sniffled and sneezed
But seemed quite pleased
For she said, "I like it--achoo!"
-Danika

POEM
Pizza
Yummy, chewy
Chewing, eating, filling
Bread, sauce, pepperoni, sausage
Slurping, munching, playing
Warm, cold
Food

-Thomas

LEAVES

Feel soft in the spring
Look bright green and new
Smell sharp and fresh

Sound crunchy in the fall
Look colorful and rich
Smell smoky while they're burning
Feel dry and rough

-Jakub

AND all 3 of them love this poem (they have been repeating it to me over and over)

There once was an old man from Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser.
It at last grew so small,
He knew nothing at all,
And now he's a college professor!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My 3 children wrote these poems for their Aunt Jenny:</p>
<p>LIMERICK<br />
There once was a girl from Peru,<br />
Who one day did catch the flu.<br />
She sniffled and sneezed<br />
But seemed quite pleased<br />
For she said, &#8220;I like it&#8211;achoo!&#8221;<br />
-Danika</p>
<p>POEM<br />
Pizza<br />
Yummy, chewy<br />
Chewing, eating, filling<br />
Bread, sauce, pepperoni, sausage<br />
Slurping, munching, playing<br />
Warm, cold<br />
Food</p>
<p>-Thomas</p>
<p>LEAVES</p>
<p>Feel soft in the spring<br />
Look bright green and new<br />
Smell sharp and fresh</p>
<p>Sound crunchy in the fall<br />
Look colorful and rich<br />
Smell smoky while they&#8217;re burning<br />
Feel dry and rough</p>
<p>-Jakub</p>
<p>AND all 3 of them love this poem (they have been repeating it to me over and over)</p>
<p>There once was an old man from Esser,<br />
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser.<br />
It at last grew so small,<br />
He knew nothing at all,<br />
And now he&#8217;s a college professor!</p>
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