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Magnificent weeds.
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I’m happy to see you are finding words for your blog. I’ve found placing fingers on the keyboard is a good place to start:) I like your verse.
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Thanks Sheri! You were right – practice makes perfect. I’m blogging on!
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Good for you!
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