.... On my daily blog rounds
I'm always write on many blogs over the beautiful sayings on cards, boxes, etc.. Until now I have always written only briefly on a sheet and thrown in my drawer poems.
Today I had to look now - I knew I had the perfect poem - but where in that darn drawer it hiding? After I had
now turned almost 5 minutes paper, unfolded and entknittert I've decided what I must do the sort.
I had an old ring binder that I simply pepped. Since the Finder's glued all the poems and sorted properly.
Now I have to write off only every fumble and an end. 2 / 3 I have already registered but now I'm hurt the hand. Tomorrow is another day. are again all the way, the radicals - my box is not empty somehow. (I think I'm doing something wrong)
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