Connor came up to me Sunday and showed me a little book he'd made in junior church. He wanted to tell me what it meant.
Black means your heart is yucky.
Red is when God's blood camed out.
White is for the snow that is washed.
Yellow is for the roads.
Green is for grass- I forget, Mom.
I asked him what he had in his hand. He said, It's my worth-less book.
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I agree. Blogger is better for blogging. Though I'll keep up the silliness on Myspace too. :)
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