Now that Sara has bought herself a piece of sod,
We'll have a place to park her bod,
So that all the loved ones she'll leave behind,
Will have a place to go and find,
A reminder of the soul called Sara by name
Who wrote clever poetry
...and inspired some of the same.
This just came thru, inspired by Sara Kendrick's new post "Ownership" and laughing all the
way...what does it mean when we start having spontaneous emissions of poems like this? Is
it a disorder or something? Is there a cure?"