Not a whole lot to say! But, I am a simple, small town girl. My passions are making fancy food, my kids, writing, and a good vodka cranberry. Thx everyone that voted on my poem and made it possible for me to have this outlet. It's an amazing opportunity.
Not a whole lot to say! But, I am a simple, small town girl. My passions are making fancy food, my kids, writing, and a good vodka cranberry. Thx everyone that voted on my poem and made it possible for me to have this outlet. It's an amazing opportunity.
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