“A yacht,” you yowl
“is a sailboat, not
a yuppie cruiser.”
Knitting with yellow yarn,
you yap on:
the yellowbox yield
in yonder field;
what the Yanks are doing
in our back yard;
your yearning
for a yeast donut.
The youths yawn.
You’re yelling to yourself.
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Yay to you, Catherin!
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Yes!
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@crazy4yarn2 Nolcha how was the smile meter today?
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Such a cute little kid in this picture!
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So beautiful! 👍
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: )
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☺️
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A wonderfully playful piece! The rhythm, wordplay, and clever use of “Y” make it such a fun and memorable read. 💛👏
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for pointing out the rhythm too, I hadn’t noticed that on a conscious level, but it is kind of…punchy
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The kids are often saying I talk too much
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