Bergman's Bruisers


A Look Into My Life Of Raising Four Rough
And Tumbly Boys

Monday, June 30, 2014

Where's Waldo, I mean, Gavin


I spy with my little eye a little boy who likes to climb oh! so very high!


"Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy." - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/8538991-The-Giving-Tree-by-Shel-Silverstein#sthash.i4uy0HEa.dpuf
"Come, boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat my apples and play in my shade and be happy."
The Giving Tree
"Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy." - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/8538991-The-Giving-Tree-by-Shel-Silverstein#sthash.i4uy0HEa.dpuf
"Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy." - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/8538991-The-Giving-Tree-by-Shel-Silverstein#sthash.i4uy0HEa.dpuf

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