A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is, any more
than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green
stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name
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A brief introduction:I am the second-born daughter of a Baptist pastor and Supermom, sister to a multitude, and Aunt to two. As of February 2005, I have been living with my paternal grandparents in Eastern Iowa, working as secretary (which affords me random minutes to read LJs) and serving in various other capacities for the church in which my parents met.
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I always like meeting new people with connections to St. Louis, so I'll add you to my list, if that's okay. :)
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P.S.Do you like "Pride and prejudice"?
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