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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I do NOT think you should have a photography blog. Just put your photos on this blog. IT is easier and keeps this blog more interesting!!!! Love mom
That is a good idea. I will go close the poll right now. :) Bobbi Marie**
bobbi you just got tagged!
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