**Field Of Golden Dreams** In Every Ripe Wheat Field,You See The Quite Patience Of God,And The Tired Hands of A Farmer. A Golden Wheat Field Is The Earth Writting Poetry To The Sun Walk Slowly Through The Wheat, And Let The Noise Of The World Fall Behind The Golden Stalks. Have An Amazing Evening Bobby, My Adored Friend Don't Forget To Check Out The Moon Tonight Always Loves And Hugs, XXOO ~WW~ {Sue}
Thank you Bobby. I also had a boy doll , my unce gave me. His name was Peter so I named my boy doll Peter. I really like that Mrs Beasley doll. HUGS LVB. XXOO
JUKEBOXBOBBY wrote:
I remember having all these dolls when I was a little boy.
It turns out that my grandma was expecting a granddaughter lol.
Hey Bobby.. I'm still here.. just a lot going on in my hourse.. Hope you are doing okay..The old Covid 19 is still popping in to let me know it is still here.. Hugs...BlueEyes
