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Sisters

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The joy of having sisters is absolutely amazing. I would never not want another one. The crazy things we do together are priceless memories, no matter how stupid they may seem.  There is nothing like  Me and you, Dancing in our bedroom To our favorite tune.  Joining hands and spinning 'round and round, Till we fall,  Laughing to the ground. By Evelyn Creon

Sunshine Blogger Award!!!!

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I have a big announcement.  Dr um roll please.....  You guys I am so excited to announce that I have been nominated for the " Sun shine Blogger Award!!!! " ( I'm doing the happy dance right now. ) It is a privilege that I am very grateful to have gotten.  Rules :  Thank the blogger who nominated you and add a link to their blog.  Answer the questions provided by the blogger who nominated you (11 maximum). Nominate new bloggers, and make up 11 questions for them to answer. List the Rules and display the sunshine blogger logo on you post.  First,  I would like to thank  Bella Putt , a fellow blogger as well as a fellow Y-duber for this amazing opportunity.  Bella provided me with 11 amazing questions that I can't wait to answer. So let's get on with the questions.    1. Where is you favorite place to write? Why? I have two places I love to write,   my bed, and outside. My bed is where I write if I have an idea and I want to expand on it.

Happy Day

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This poem was inspired by a prompt I read about writing a happy poem.  Your smile is sunshine, Fills the whole room. It's beam so bright  It touches the moon.  Your jokes bring joy  To those who don't laugh. Your friendliness  Brightens everyone's path.   By Evelyn Creon

Blanket lost

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To all the people who understand what it's like when you lose your blanket at night.  Tossing and turning, Around I wrapped A big thick blanket Behind my back. It got so hot, I wiggled and thrashed Kicking the blanket Off my bed. As I slept hours past, Then midnight's roar Scared me half to death, And my body felt frore. I bolted straight up And fumbled around In search of my blanket Blue and round. Yet I felt nothing.  Reaching out my hand It gripped only air, I was getting mad. I got out of bed I stumbled and fell Crashing to the floor How fatal it felt. that's when I felt it So soft and torn It felt so nice though it was old and worn. To tired to move Broken and sore  I fell asleep On the floor. by By Evelyn Creon