There was a young woman with a blog who shared wonderful lines of words. A pillar of the community, an essential cog, she cleverly worded stories of our Sandpoint. We all squeal like a smiling hog reading her musings that enrich our souls. We jump for joy like a Pack River frog, learning about families and friends in our town. She's a comfortable old shoe, no need for a jog, just an easy trip on the bike around town. I think some of the people deserve to have a flog who do not comprehend this insightful soul. Visualizing myself floating on Pend Orielle like a log I find the tranquility of her writings. There is nothing better than curling up with my dog By the crackling embers of a fire Perusing with delight a Marianne blog.
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There was a young woman with a blog
who shared wonderful lines of words.
A pillar of the community, an essential cog,
she cleverly worded stories of our Sandpoint.
We all squeal like a smiling hog
reading her musings that enrich our souls.
We jump for joy like a Pack River frog,
learning about families and friends in our town.
She's a comfortable old shoe, no need for a jog,
just an easy trip on the bike around town.
I think some of the people deserve to have a flog
who do not comprehend this insightful soul.
Visualizing myself floating on Pend Orielle like a log
I find the tranquility of her writings.
There is nothing better than curling up with my dog
By the crackling embers of a fire
Perusing with delight a Marianne blog.
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