And then there was snow
I could hear the tiny bulbs cry from down the street
Snow had fallen on our newely sprouted spring.
Not for long I tell myself and others,
Some want to throttle me,
But relent because I am cute.
posted by The Joyful Artist @ 11:00 p.m.
3 Comments:
And she also steals cookies.
I only steal brown cookies so be forewarned.........
Cindy!! You still look exactly the same! aaaahhhhhhhhh...
(I think we all had a shirt like that!)
I'll get phapboy on that cookie makin' thing for tomorrow. That's his specialty.
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