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Then you sit down to let it all out from the tips of your ten fingers ... or one if you need to hen peck all thanks to your little chick under your wing ... and it's gone.
Gone, gone, gone.
There is nary a turn for a phrase to take. You shake your piggy bank of coined terms and not a penny falls out. You can't even pay yourself a penny for your thoughts.
I'm not writing from experience ... no, not at all.
Does that happen to you?
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Thanks for organizing this, Bonnie! Continued prayers for your family, as always.