Date Poem: Wednesday, September Fifth, Two Thousand And Eighteen

Created by me with Microsoft Paint and LunaPic.com effects
@xstitcher (39079)
Petaluma, California
September 6, 2018 10:39am CST
What to write? Sometimes, I don't know. First, I search my mind, but Then my hands may not go. So Then I may begin with A little word or two; and Eventually from my hands and mind something will come through. © Stacey Uffelman 9-6-18
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@august18 (3906)
• Tunisia
6 Sep 18
Nice poem.