A friend of mine came into town last night so I drove out to his parent's house to visit. I pulled up and his little sister was raking the grass.
"Ask her what she's doing, Eric," my friend's girlfriend told me.
"What are you doing, Emily?" I asked the little girl.
Emily stopped, resting the rake twice her height on her shoulder. She smiled. "I'm turning the grass into beautiful," she said.
I smiled. "Doesn't that make you wish you could write poems?" my friend's girlfriend asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah. I know what you mean."
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