In the machine,
It can clearly be seen.
I see with my eyes, a prize.
I want that prize bad.
I, when I get it will be glad.
Until then, I will be mad. Until then, I will be sad.
I put my money in the slot.
I want the prize a lot.
All my money I will spend.
My quest to get the prize will not end.
CHRIS!! I am totally loving
CHRIS!! I am totally loving this folder. Too too precious!! I really hope you can get a book together.
Thx for sharing.
-pediatric nurse-
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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. "