Forsythias
There’s a poem about daffodils,
and poems about seas,
words praising sunsets
and, of course, the trees.
But what about forsythias?
Don’t they deserve some praise?
What’s spring without this yellow flower
for us on which to gaze?
Forsythia, forsythia,
you harbinger of spring,
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Mark took Wednesday, Nov. 27th off from work so we could travel to spend Thanksgiving weekend with Jessica and Terry. Every other year we go to Jessica’s for Thanksgiving. She has the meal on Friday and invites the family. The “family” has grown to include girlfriends but no boyfriends...yet...
Mark took Wednesday, Nov. 27th off from work so we could travel to spend Thanksgiving weekend with Jessica and Terry. Every other year we go to Jessica’s for Thanksgiving. She has the meal on Friday and invites the family. The “family” has grown to include girlfriends but no boyfriends...yet...
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