||I came here to the barn. I sit here printing. In-between times I stretch out on the hay. I feel tired and sore all over. I wonder for what it was the
gave me that spanking. I have tried so hard to help her to-day.
is grunting here beside me. I went by and got him as I came along. Here on the hay I showed to him the writings in the two books my
Angel Father and Angel Mother
made for me. These books are such
, and when I have them right along with me, Angel Father and Angel Mother do seem nearer.
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||I did bow my head and ask my guardian angel to tell them there in heaven about
being christened today. Then I drew him up closer to my
apron and I patted him often. And some of the pats I gave to him were for the lovely
Peter Paul Rubens
that used to be. And the more pats I gave Solomon Grundy, the closer he snuggled up beside me. Tonight I shall sing to him a lullaby song as I cuddle him up all snowy white in his
, before I take him out to his mother
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003