I choose to eat icecream, not dust.
well, the women in this book don't get a choice.you silly, spoiled pregnant lady. :) I love you
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I want to carry youand for you to carry methe way voices are said to carry over water.Just this morning on the shore,I could hear two people talking quietlyin a rowboat on the far side of the lake.They were talking about fishing,then one changed the subject,and, I swear, they began talking about you.Billy Collins
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I choose to eat icecream, not dust.
well, the women in this book don't get a choice.
you silly, spoiled pregnant lady.
:) I love you
I found your blog through Rhianna's, I believe. I figured it was high time to tell you that I love it. I shouldn't creep around anymore without commenting, right? Right. ;)
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