Sage has been in her studio drinkin' Blue Nun, designin' Blue Corn Woman's pottery,
she doesn't have voice mail, hell no, she wants those girl-licked stamps snail mail to peel 'n scratch sniff-released, old-day picture corners scrapbook lacy snatch,
whose bed have your boots been under,
fading pink sunset indiscreet-parked corvette, Shania on the riverboat slots, the ladies fingerin' their bets, "how long 'fore we can score her?"
if you see Sage in the odd tuft of tall fescue and white clover in the pastures, c'mon over, take off your boots, then there can be no gossip 'cause there's no bed for her boots to be under!
Snail mail??? Yeah. I'd forgotten about that. Thanks for sharing this delightful "romp in the sage," Sage. (LOL) Love it. Nice boots too. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on September 2, 2006
What an interesting way to say hello :-)..........mighty nice boots by the way :-)
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