When I was young I knew a man made of straw, but never once
did he enter my street door.
As much as I wanted him too mother would say 'NO' because he was
only a stuffed Scarecrow
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How I have missed reading your warm poem stories! This one is especially appealing and touching. Welcome back, Sylvia! Lovely work as always.
Your sister and friend,
Love,
Sandra
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How I have missed reading your warm poem stories! This one is especially appealing and touching. Welcome back, Sylvia! Lovely work as always. Your sister and friend, Love, Sandra