A lovely poem by Suzanne Cooper all beaders can identify with...
CHOICES
Pencil flies
Designs emerge
Choose the beads,colors to blend
I know it's here
A shade so rare
Beads,beads,everywhere.
Looking
Searching
It's here somewhere,I know.
Piles of beads begin to grow
It's here somewhere,I know.I know.
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