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To sit with my friends
Is such a delight; We sit and we scrap All day and all night. A crop day always Is so much more fun Than washing, cleaning, or errands to run. A potluck makes the Day seem complete; There’s plenty of food, Its really a feast. Fun games and prizes, And new things to try, We all go home happy, And now you know why A scrapbook crop day Can be so much fun; You're making new friends And getting things done. Written for the poem per day challenge, March 12th, 2005
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