Sarah Smith and her bud Annie had a pie party. Yes, it was a Poetry and Pie Party on Parkdale. We cut up dozens of paint chips from the Depot to make found-word poems, ate pie, laughed, ate pie, read our poems and clicked our fingers, ate pie, looked at each other's poems (they were pretty as well as pretty good), ate pie. I mean, it was just really, really great.
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