Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Such a crytic message. Take care.
Elisabeth, not cryptic to my long suffering readers who are used to my descents into the pit of darkness. Another couple of days and the sense of humour will break down the door as usual or I'll find a pretty boy to post to annoy Andrew.
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