Like a clam
Tight
Never bold
Never brave
Holding on
Fantastically
A gem quietly sits
Feelings
All mine
I own them
Nobody’s witness
Proven over and over again
Never asking or pushing
She’s a funny girl
Afraid of the bull
Which lives within
Like a clam
Craving the push and pull
Powerful waters
Forcing the gem to breathe
In murky waters
Or
Fresh
Clean
Air
Finally
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
lol
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🙂 Glad that got a laugh.
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Yeah, I need an electric prod and whip to get me moving, lol.
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Haha. Me too. My friends often refer to me as the clam. I get it from my father. It takes sooo much effort. I’d rather write a letter. 🙂
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so clever! kudos~
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Thank you, Cindy. 😀
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I think I feel this all the time… A push is something that’s needed. But then, sometimes I’m brave, too.
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A push is just what most people need. I think, well, you must be the bravest. 🙂
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Oh no!
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Why are you slowly backing up? 😆
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You know!
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😆 Come on….
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😛
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😛 I can do that, too.
AND….this…. ☆☆★★♡♡♥♥
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😆 😆 Woof, woof!
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😆 I like when I talk you into an animal!! YES!!!! Success! 😆
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Rats, Heifers, and Roosters.
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Are we headed to the farm, Duke?? Ahh, the country. 🙂
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Yes, a rice farm.
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Why does Po get to pick where we go?
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If he did pick, it’d be a noodle farm. Wouldn’t you like to visit one?
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I’ll visit any farm you’d like. How about a tulip farm? 😆
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Would they have black tulips?
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Audith shall calleth aheadeth, Duketh. Twill be there upon our arrival.
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Thank you, Audith…
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*smirk*
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Brilliant 🙂
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Too kind 🙂 Thank you, AB.
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🙂
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