Fiorella is soooooooooooo board! No husband, children, or friends to make nice things for anymore? No problems with bills, no nosy neighbors to keep her awake at night, no dreaming about the future, no about the latest gossip? Is this what elderness is....a slow fade-away into nothingness? GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.......
The Mothers in My Neighborhood
(Actually this poem was written a while back, when your girl was still in her early motherhood)
The mothers in my neighborhood
Are skilled with stakes and twine
To brace the wilting sapling up
And guide the pliant vine
The mothers in my neighborhood
Are skilled with saw and string
To lop the errant branches off
And nip the buds of early spring
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Guess what?! Fiorella is thinking about writing another romance book,
but she'll have to get together with a few other salacious writers in order to find out what is
cookin' nowadays. Hmmmmm.........
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Completely off the subject. your girl has been checking out her art salon lately for
better use of her clothes closet for sewing. Yes, Fio used to produce a fair number of
her own clothes and would like to do that again some how.........
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Hey, there! Want you to know that Fio, a born Lutheran and a former college professor,
does not approve of ANYONE getting attacked because of his/her religion or belief!
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GUESS WHAT! Did you know that Fiorella's hair (medium brown) is 21 inches long and STRETCHES
TO HER WAIST?____________________________________________________________
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