Poem -

DO IT WITH STYLE

DO IT WITH STYLE

This is not just any ordinary tree...

Your eyes were big as saucers when you first laid your eyes on quite a sight...

You wanted to chase the dancing lights...

The shiny ornaments were quite the temptation...

You wanted to reach for the star...

You definitely made quite a stir...

The tree wobbled right...

Then it wobbled left...

Then it wobbled right again...

This is no ordinary tree...

Do it with style...

To reach the top...

Hugs...

sparrowsongΒ 

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Deborah Evans

Hi Sis Β Sparrowsong I love the picture like a diagram showing how theΒ 
kitty is going to reach the top of the tree :-)
Your words explain it perfectly!Β 
I enjoyedΒ 
Hugs DebsΒ 

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Larry Ran

Hi Sweet Sparrowsong,

I read your tender words and interpret them as those of a little child, seeing a brightly lit Christmas tree for the first time. Β So mesmerized by the multi-colored lights, the silver tinsel and the bright star sitting atop it. Β Very sweet words.

Hugs, Peace and Love,

xox Larry

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sparrowsong

Hello Sis Debs...

One wrong step and disaster...

LOL!

Glad you enjoyed!Β 

Thank you for your comment and support!Β 

Hugs...

sparrowsongΒ 

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J A Overton

nice ink here i could envision the tree ready to topple over lolΒ 

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author
sparrowsong

Hello Lorris...

Glad you enjoyed!Β 

Hugs and Smiles!Β 

sparrowsongΒ 

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