Throw a sash around my neck,
I’ll parade across the stage
As the crowd cheers frantically
I’ll smile brilliantly and wave
My speech will thank the people
Who’ve made me who I am today
All the ones within my care
Who’ve caused my hair to gray
I know I’m not the fun one
Keeping order is my chore
The Queen of Worry ‘til my death
And then I’ll worry no more
Ah life, Leslie…life xxxxxx
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Yes. Sigh!
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Do you start with pics or words? Either way they always complement each other
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Thanks! I always write the words first; although, the pictures sometimes change my interpretation.
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That you are a worrier I can accept – but not that you are not the fun one
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We mustn’t confuse talkative with fun! 😉
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🙂 Oh do be quiet
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I’ve tried! I don’t seem to have an “off” button.
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🙂
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