Jill........ it's like feeling every good part of summer erupt out of a donut with brown sprinkles and all the frosting out of her purse. What do you suppose we'll do?
your mind power is growing...that's what happened to my mind, it grew till I could compose quartetts in my head...but the poem was good, I liked it for it gave me a mental image and that is a good sign my friend...
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