Earrings
April truly is the cruelest month, especially in Augusta during the first full week, breeding dogwoods and azaleas into dreams of a green jacket on Sunday. I wonβt go into it about badges; suffice to say my family received. I was dating some loser the year I was twenty-two or -three, and I was taking him to the Par 3. At least I was until the night before.
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We got to practice it every day. Lately, it has become a festival of eating, decoration, travel.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family! π₯°π₯°π₯°
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Nicely done. Happy Thanksgiving!
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Lovely. Happy Thanksgiving.
Beautiful. Happy Thanksgiving, Mother!π π¦
The way you've crafted the language in this poem is truly beautiful,
Wonderful poem!
Short but to the point. Love it!