Mud Pies
A man pleaded with the psychiatrist, "You've got to help me.
It's my son." "What's the matter?" "He's always eating mud pies. I get up in the morning and There he is in the backyard eating mud
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A man pleaded with the psychiatrist, "You've got to help me.
It's my son." "What's the matter?" "He's always eating mud pies. I get up in the morning and There he is in the backyard eating mud
