Dear Wrenna
I picked a perfect
juicy ripe red strawberry
today and wondered
where you are baby
missing you a lot these days
hope to see you soon
Papa misses you
as well as all the chickens
need to kiss your face
Copyright © Kristi Hayner | Year Posted 2010
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