This morning, the sun was shining, the breeze was just right, and Fio sang "Lavender's Blue" at the bottom of the cul-de sac. Now, she'd feeling sicky. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Hurry, hurry, scurry, scurry
Fio is under the gun--
The holy day is swift upon us
And so much is left to be done!
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War Cry!
I can't march, but I can write
I don't sing, but my pen can!
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(Evening was great! SALMON!)
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