Ironbutt Writing

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Baby Powder and Greasy Hands

A Poem by Ironbutt

Unexpected young ones can turn a routine of normality into a crazy u turn, add to fact of being a working grandparent and well, just crazy sometimes.

Two Eyes Above the Cup Rim

A Poem by Ironbutt

Wonder what eyes really tell you? Does a cup come up just in time to hide a smile?

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A Poem by Ironbutt

Everyone has to start somewhere. Change comes along and , well, folks just need to know what side of the porch to greet you on. So here is my greeting..

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