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Post by wavemaker9 (Rick D.) on Mar 20, 2010 1:17:13 GMT -5
Gleaning the ricochet off the frosted vanity mirror, posing its soaked self to seem closer than it appears, the load of years of fears over ruled that tooled its reflection, and schooled its protection, ruled its objection to the inherent change of living things tenderly futile, but humorous.
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Post by mfwilkie on Mar 20, 2010 6:37:35 GMT -5
Ah, yes! You just kill me! How are ya, I ask, still laughing,
Maggie
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