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Recognition
Filthy little urchin, dirty little boy—
who could tell from looking that you’d be such a joy?
We never would have chosen you by following our nose,
but when we scraped the dirt off and laundered all your clothes,
we recognized you as our own, devoid of dirt and grime,
and now that you are family and with us all the time,
mud puddles still attract you. Dirt piles call your name.
But now it doesn’t matter. We love you all the same.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I hope this one gets to be famous someday — this poem deserves fame.
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Oh Chris. You are too kind. I’m on a bus traveling from Guad to PV. Passed Tequila 20 minutes ago. Most uncomfortable seats I’ve ever ridden on and the arm of my seat is broken to boot. Nice fellow travelers, though. The lady across the aisle gave me a cajeta cone as we waiting for the bus and just got into her bag to get a baby blanket to wad up behind my back. How I love Mexican friendliness!!!
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Your street urchin photos are magnificent — and the combination of photo and poetry makes this one even better!
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Cute boy. Boys do seem to attract dirt.
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Dirty little boys have their own “fragrance” too..safe travels Judy. We had a wonderful 2 days in Peoria.
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What did you do? Talk talk talk?
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Yes! And ate ate ate. They are so much fun!
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My son was the grubbiest kid in the neighborhood, always. You could bathe him 10 times a day and he would be filthy five minutes later. I love him anyway. He’s still pretty grubby, actually.
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picking up your brain waves again, Marilyn.
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😍
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