My name is Foster, Jerry Foster. That's F as in fruit stand; O as in options of fruit within this fruit stand; S as in the search for the owner of this fruit stand; T as in the tree where this owner sleeps; E as in the escape from a suddenly irate hawk; and R as in the realization that the fruits must have been imported from a far away land, for beaks were popping out of them. Again, my name is Foster, Jerry Foster.
Sounds like a fruitstand
Sounds like a fruitstand foster child, Jerry. Lol. Hope it finds a permanent home soon...
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
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