Here we are on the brink
For what I do not know
A mysterious adventure
Or clandestine meeting
Just open the book and see
For the story awaits
My daughter-in-law Alexa enjoying her giant crab legs in Panama City Beach, FL.
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A great poem. Wow, those crab legs look great. reminds of my homeland in the Northwest.
The Kids as I call them asked me if I wanted to go to the buffet, but I declined because I don’t care that much for seafood. I’m a Mrs Paul’s kinda gal.