At lunch on Friday, Sam had me laughing literally till my sides ached. And speaking of West Chester and lunch -- Agent Gwynn, your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write a light verse poem beginning with the lines:
Has anyone ever seen
such lovely shades of green
in a flour tortilla?
Marilyn, your eyes, up close, are trance-inducing.
[This message has been edited by Jennifer Reeser (edited June 17, 2006).]
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