Nan, I love cake with my ZIN. *L* Sy
Elizabeth, I am overwhelmed by your poem. You have such a quick mind, It often blinds.
I trust the touch of wonderlust,
The upthrust of its windy gust,
Did not disturb the birds and bees.
Or add weight to some whiffletree.
Mistikman, By all means check with the dictionary, Thank you for the comment.
Meadow, Drink helps feed the fires of Zin. *L*
Martie, I love you dearly. Thank you Sy