Who said I lost my marbles Believe me that's not true Always in that treasured space They all look quite brand new. Each having striking colors With nifty great designs Honestly I must confess They are all truly mine. Each marble tells a story Of how it came to be I won one from a big guy When I was only three. That was quite a moment I never shall forget Tigers eye in amber The best eyes I have yet. You see I have my marbles Tightly stored away I'll bring them out to show you If the Doc says it's okay. I won't have a problem Because they were never lost Rolling around with bright ideas Which occasionally get tossed. ~Francine Pucillo~ Šused with permission September 2004 Brought to you by pianoladynancy.com