Tuck pointer drills squeal
Attack old crumbling mortar
Banish the raindrops
No longer mop ups
No towels on window sills
All's well for a time
Ancient skills remind
In midst of present chaos
Hope for new outcomes
Tuck pointer drills squeal
Attack old crumbling mortar
Banish the raindrops
No longer mop ups
No towels on window sills
All's well for a time
Ancient skills remind
In midst of present chaos
Hope for new outcomes
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Tags: Chaos, Hope, Old skills
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I love this, Ina. Amidst all of this, we can rebuild.
Thanks, Dale. I know somehow we will – in time.
Hoping that you remain dry Ina!
Thanks, Andrea. The rain puts me to work when is comes in the windows but I do stay dry.