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This husband of mine…
Filled in another number…in the paint-by-number masterpiece…that makes him…who he is… We used to walk to the river…he says…when we were kids…up the road…about a half mile…to swim… Coon…would waddle along beside us…and swim too…this one day…we were all in the river…and Coon was in the water…washing his hands…you know…like coons do… We could see…a big blob of seaweed…floating right at him…we watched and watched…as it got closer and closer…and then bam…the seaweed smacked right into him…Coon jumped…scared…and scrambled out of the water…we all laughed and laughed…but Coon…didn’t think it was funny…and was hurt…that we laughed at him… So he turned around…and walked off…away from the river…back down the road…to home… What was he doing…when you got there…I ask… Sleeping…I think…he says…Coon had had enough…for one day… So color in the color for family…walking down that dusty Texas road…cooling off in the river…laughing and having fun…enjoying life together… And this husband of mine…agrees…
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