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Marycile Beer You Have Been Tagged.

Cile dear one full of fun facing another winter's glum. She throws morsels out the back to feed the squirrels ere they attack. Smart ain't she , sharp as a tack to store her wheelchair on a rack. Come spring she'll gladly say come on squirrels, come on back. I need someone to scratch my back. And there is more to her great 'lore lots of fun and laughter too. Leaves me begging her for more. Great poems, delightful comments she writes for all her poetrysoup friends. Boy isn't she great with her pen..oops key pad.

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