Wilbur, I'm home. What a charlatan web we weave.
Every snowflake is unique, unlike every time that phrase is used.
My knife is my baby- my baby is my knife.
I've recently taken up weaving - bought a hair loom
really threw my family for a loop
swoop and pull. The kicker? Laces were out.
Lollipop, tie a bunny's ears in knots
and put it in a bin with the other loonies.
Better late than never. Too soon forever.
Yours truly,
Trevor
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