A poem by Rosemerry Trommer edited as an invitation.
"And there's plenty to be unhappy about
but first, run through dry leaves at the park,
roll down hills like drunken logs,
spin on the merry go round til
your stomachs spiral and lurch into stop.
Warmth comes when you play,
run through dry grass like white seeds in wind gusts,
pretend you are a kite.
This is the way to love the world."
Play today and love the world!
Love,
Darlene
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