We have been making EVERYTHING out of strawberries. Strawberry pie, strawberry smoothies, strawberry jam, strawberry syrup to put over ice cream.... Like I said, everything! My Dad said we should try to make strawberry tooth paste. I don't think so.
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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