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Hello, my name is Othen Donald Dale Cummings. My mother had a disabling stroke a few years ago. I began care-giving for mom and we started doing art and writing projects together.
We call these projects "A Pet Banana Production" and they have given my mother hours of joy during her recovery.
This blog is a collection of these projects and also some random stuff we enjoy sharing. We have self published many of the stories and poetry I have written for and with my mother and would love for you to check them out!
Thank you and if you buy one of our books it is very appreciated because every sale helps us immensely!
We call these projects "A Pet Banana Production" and they have given my mother hours of joy during her recovery.
This blog is a collection of these projects and also some random stuff we enjoy sharing. We have self published many of the stories and poetry I have written for and with my mother and would love for you to check them out!
Thank you and if you buy one of our books it is very appreciated because every sale helps us immensely!
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Shut That Door!
Rusty crusty,
Cracking ratching bolts,
Scrunchy screws,
Screeching Reeching,
Scratching, Racthing,
Argggh larrghhh,
Scraping straping,
Scracthhhhhinggg Curracthing,
That floorrrrr,
SHUT THAT DOOR!
By O. D. D. Cummings
Cracking ratching bolts,
Scrunchy screws,
Screeching Reeching,
Scratching, Racthing,
Argggh larrghhh,
Scraping straping,
Scracthhhhhinggg Curracthing,
That floorrrrr,
SHUT THAT DOOR!
By O. D. D. Cummings
Red Dog
Red Dog,
Nose to the ground,
Red Dog,
Runnin’ around,
Red Dog,
Here he comes,
Red Dog,
There he runs,
Red Dog,
Chasin’ through the holler,
Red Dog,
Here I foller,
Red Dog,
Leadin’ the pack,
Red Dog,
Comin’ right back,
Red Dog,
Scratchin’ his ear,
Red Dog,
The game is near,
Red Dog,
Tree that girl,
Red Dog,
That tail did twirl,
Red Dog,
Worked so hard,
Red Dog,
Played in his yard.
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(My little red dog,
rolled on the ground,
my tired little red
dog,
slept without making,
A Sound...)
By O. D. D. Cummings
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