Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Daisy Liked Pansy
The sort of joke that--at the age of six--I considered the height of drollery. Afraid I still do.
My great-grandmother apparently had a glass eye, which she took out one day to show my mother, who I believe then fainted.
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