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The Artsy Life Yo ho, yo ho... It's the artsy life for me. I love to paint and play all day. I use pencils made of lead, the colors of the rainbow. I use stamps, and inks... in only gray and green. Come join me in the fun, before there is no sun. Everyone can stay, at least for just one day. Let your heart take flight on a long-string kite. Let your voice sing words... all made up in the moment. Be a princess, or a prince, be a cowboy or a king? Imagination is not just for the children, but for the all the young at heart. Lets us agree, that from the start. We can take a trip on a train, or a ride in the rain. We can make the Queen's favorite cookies. Then we can invite her to our show. There will be cheese and puffs and wonderful stuffs. Nice things to gaze at on the wall. There will be music to be played never heard until this day, popcorn chicken, and balloons. Embrace everything that is silly, before there is nothing funny anymore. Hold on to the treasures of life. Save them, give them to only the few, that will take them, and love them too.

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Date: 6/21/2022 5:24:00 PM
As Caren K. was reading this, she flew straight to Paradise. You two!!!!! are a team of sorts. :) gw
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Ann Foster
Date: 6/22/2022 3:13:00 PM
Oh yes, I could see that... :) Ever so wise... Ann
Date: 6/21/2022 4:52:00 PM
This is going to my FAVE list - it is the poem that made my day today Ann!
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Ann Foster
Date: 6/22/2022 3:13:00 PM
I am always pleased to see your sweet face my friend. God bless your day. Ann

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