[Claire]

WendyBeth, tell your daughter that Tref is cuu-uuute!

I'm dying laughing! <--chipmunk smiley

I wrote this poem for my friend Laura in third grade:

My heart worked
from end to end,
So that you can
be my friend.



Unfortunately for me, I know it by heart, because not only does Laura have the original copy, I wrote it down in my third grade journal, so my mom has the other "original" copy and I have heard it from them several times a year since I was eight. Laura puts it as her sig. in her emails. Ya know, in third grade, I probably could have split atoms, but they'd only remember that asinine poem.

I wish I would have thought of something with drawers or bovine.....I should have been a bit better as my favorite poet at the time was Shel Silverstein.