There once was a quilter named Jane.
Who hosted a quilting bee from the US to Spain,
Who hosted a quilting bee from the US to Spain,
and then back again.

It was trees that she desired, in colors quite wild.
Not one of her blocks could be called mild.

When her quilt left my door, the blocks counted four,
in hopes to gather more.
Cheers,
Dionne
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3 comments:
Love the rhyme and the blocks! Just wonderful!!
So so cute. I love poems like that.
Look at you, You cute girl, I love the poem and I sooo love my blocks!!!
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