by Norah Crockett
My favorite place in the whole wide world is high up on a sill.
I love to see the grass and trees, the squirrels, oh what a thrill!
The neighbors wave to say "hello" as they are passing by.
Pounding, banging, laughing, shouting- that's how I say "hi"!
Don't you think Norah should be a poet when she grows up? So advanced for a one-year-old... (or sad for a twenty-eight-year old!)
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Happy, happy birthday sweet Norah! Oh, we are so sad that we missed your birthday celebrations and can't wait until the next time we see you. Annie misses her best St. Louis bud! You are beautiful and we love seeing your darling pictures. Thanks for sharing your birthday festivities!
ome! that is so cute. did you take the pics? so classic! i love the poem too. but yes, cheesy for a 28 year old! we have to get our kicks somehow!
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