Uh oh. I was pretty careful, so I suppose I can’t donate a heck of lot.
I can donate a poem to the "children's garden".
Children Are Flowers
Children are flowers.
That you didn’t know?
Why else would the dirt be,
A place that they grow?
They glory in showers,
Of rain that may fall,
And wave in the breezes,
That Spring brings to call.
Their laughter and smiling,
Are perfumes of mind.
Yes, children are flowers,
My favorite kind.
NicknamedBob . . . . . May 4, 2008,/blockquote>