My Box
i put my favorite things in this black
box....10 pretty stones from my nice
auntie junes garden outside 5 pretty
leaves that have not died after three
months.. i check on them every day
i woke up today to check on them...
i took a good look and seven of my
stones where gone i asked my
sister have she seen them
she told me to look at my
box and i saw the hole so where are
my stones.they where in the dresser
where they fell when my sis bumped it.im so glad i found them but now i have to get a new
box......
Copyright © Michelle Pryor | Year Posted 2009
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