We bid for this pink mo-ped at a silent auction and won it for a really good cause! It was a fun night playing Monopoly and listening to a great country band. It was a fun place to be on my actual birthday.
I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree. A tree that looks at God all day, and lifts her leafy arms to pray; a tree that may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.
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