This is a poem about having fun in
Blue Bell:



























--by Heather Winick
(Yes, that is the whole poem.)



Heather Winick believes that the essentials of life are bubbles, fingerpaints, rubber cement, e-mail, and love, but not necessarily in that order. For instance, Heather loves rubber cement as much as the next person, but where would rubber cement be without e-mail? And how many people would fall in love each year without the magic of bubbles and fingerpaints to bring them together? Not many. So there. Pthbhtbth.



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