I saw spring with my heart today:
A small girl, skipping, came my way.
Her Daddy's smile was on her face,
Her petticoat dripped fresh-torn lace.
A bunch of yellow-gold I spied
Behind her back - Oh woe betide!
Fresh daffodils! "For you," she said.
Plucked from my neighbour's flowerbed.
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I've been enjoying all you've done
with selections of my poetry, what fun
to see how you have decorated each one.
- Marcelle
I loved that poem, did you write that too? I may have to try this digital scrapbooking. I love the way yours looks.
Just a quick note to tell you that I enjoy reading your blog everyday and that your digital scrapbooking is simply beautiful and very artistic.
Complimenti!
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