I notice your poem has already shot up to number one in
the relationship category. Even with those sloppy kisses.
Maybe it's in the pucker, or the abyss. Slide on. :)
Everyday, to me, my friend is bliss. Bliss that Zoe and I are still maintaining and doing as well as can be expected. Zoe. What would I do without that little mutt? . . .
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Always,
Deborah
the relationship category. Even with those sloppy kisses.
Maybe it's in the pucker, or the abyss. Slide on. :)
Regis
Thanks
Chris
You can save your sloppy kisses for the ladies. I haven't gone Kaitlyn yet and I probably never will. ;-)
Ron
Love ya!
Jane