The family. We are a strange little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
- Erma Bombeck
Ode to Butter
A perfect ball of fluff you wereThe day we brought you homeSo soft and bright and yellowWith your waddles and your comb
You grew into a fine young hen
Who loved to sit and talk
We always knew you laid an egg
By your incessant squawk
Alas, dear girl, your days were short
And sickness brought an end
To such a lovely chicken
And an even better friend.
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