whow will I play with?

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Christmas day 1999

After christmas I found this note from my 6yr old niece  tucked in the cover of a book I’d been reading.   It now marks a poem  drawing parallels between life and staying on a hospital ward where we do not make our beds but we do lie in them by Roger McGough in his  book “The way things are”.

The note cleverly demonstrates that the word hasea hoase house, unlike home,  is terribly tricky to spell.   Probably because there are three of those infamously tricky vowels  conglomerating in ‘house’.

whow will I play with?
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  1. Mark Nethercott writes:

    I think this ties in quite well with your thoughts – http://forums.agis.com/thread.jspa?threadID=88&tstart=0



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