As I sit here
Staring at this tree,
I can’t stop thinking
Every family tree
Has a few twisted branches.
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I hope I’m the twisted branch. It’s too easy being “normal”.
I know I’m one, but I’m way out twisted by my aunt.
Ack, I knew I sensed a rapport with you! LOL!
More than you know, It’s been a while since I posted, but I am also Trinitybeacon on blogger. It’s a christian blog. I’m trying to get organized so I can start posting there again.
Reblogged this on Mary, Mary.
I almost all of your posts on trinity beacon this morning. I was impressed. Please continue posting there as well as here because you have a lot to offer.
This is one of those things I plan on doing soon. Thank you.
That should be I “read” almost all of your posts… Got a little excited there!
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