I like your poem. lg. I love playing with words, too. Someone called the librarian at my high school (who I thought was wonderfully whimsical) a flibbertygibbet. Ha! I thought - I want to be a flibbertygibbet, too. Isn't that a great word? Love the photo, too. :)
flibbertygibbet! yes; that just rolls off one's tongue; doesn't it Lynn?:)supercalifragilisticexpeallidocious!
My son is sick (down in bed) so I am not sure just when I will get back to this. :( I am feeling overwhelmed a bit. He has been ill on and off since he was a baby; but that is another story.Thanks for stopping by Lynn!
Congratulations, lg! I loved this poem when you posted it here and I'm so glad your words are going to a wider audience. As one word lover to another, you expressed the joy in that play beautifully.
Thank you Talon. I admire your skillful hand at writing and storytelling and your ability to consistently produce great material.
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