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PD: Kids
Joe Lucas
27/DEC/1963
My youngest son, little beaver is forever watching T.V. westerns. He cut his finger the other day. I told him I would fix it for him. He said, band-aid hell, give me a bullet to bite. He doesn't call me mother. He calls me Miss Kitty. I told him I'm your mother. I'm not Miss Kitty. And he says, Whats a bar maid know about anything.