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Monday, April 5, 2021

National Poetry Month--Day sanc--5 Ws Poem--My Dad

 



 On this 5th day of April it's a 5 W's poem, which you can find here. And now to the madness: 

My Dad, Wayne

Hunts for eggs with my help

In our daughter's yard

On Easter day

Because he can no longer hide (or find) them  

©2021 by H. Linn Murphy


 

 

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