I do like the large Maple tree. It makes a lovely swishing
in the breeze, a tocking with the woodpeckers, twittering
with the birds, and a scrumptious twang when I grab its leaves.
Dear Diary,
twenty-four weeks. Whacko! If I could just count that far.
Adults. What dopes. I try to set an example of frivolity, but they just keep working.
I do like the large Maple tree. It makes a lovely swishing
in the breeze, a tocking with the woodpeckers, twittering
with the birds, and a scrumptious twang when I grab its leaves.
And... heh, heh, nobody seems to notice me doing it!
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My First 2 Weeks
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