21 thoughts on “April 12th — Poetry Playing

    • Jim — sorry, I just ate every bite – -with the last piece of Amoeba’s birthday cake. I hear Amoeb’as spoon clicking against his bowl so I don’t think he’s sharing his, either.

    • Linda — so do we. Amoeba has a bite of ice cream almost every night. We have little tiny bowls that only hold a couple of table spoons.

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