Just when I think I have

learned some sense, it

happens again.

This is one girl who will never grow up.

I find a new leaf opening,

a new reason to live.

I am wholly taken,

I dance with happiness,

I strut with my plumage fully unfurled.

I hold nothing back.

There seems to be an endless supply of

new germs,

fresh dreams,

untapped ideas.

There is no use trying to warn me

how it usually ends.

by Cher Bibler