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What beautiful brown eyes you have.And, if I may be presumptuous in assuming that you were addressing the likes of me, thank you for wishing me a nice day--it's gone splendidly thus far.
Robot. Robot. Rowbot. Roobot. Road-bot.
MY LADY OF THE BLOGWhence, all was gloom, forlorn was IOut, strode she, from the fog.Resplendent, trim and sparkling,My Lady of the Blog.Each, in her path, fell to a knee.Myself, stood I, agog.'Twas the vision of a lifetime,Dear Lady of the BlogIf this maiden be a princess;Must I, then, be a frog?What chance, stand I, with one so fair?Sweet Lady of the BlogMight she away; or go I, blynde.Write I, this epilogue.For naught, could steal, sweet memory ofMy Lady of the Blog
you are beautiful.
Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.James BaldwinA real friend is one who walks in, when the rest of the world walks out.Walter WinchellAll that we are, is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything.What we think, we become!Buddha
I knew we used to go to Tags Bakery. I miss you.xo Jean
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What beautiful brown eyes you have.
And, if I may be presumptuous in assuming that you were addressing the likes of me, thank you for wishing me a nice day--it's gone splendidly thus far.
Robot. Robot. Rowbot. Roobot. Road-bot.
MY LADY OF THE BLOG
Whence, all was gloom, forlorn was I
Out, strode she, from the fog.
Resplendent, trim and sparkling,
My Lady of the Blog.
Each, in her path, fell to a knee.
Myself, stood I, agog.
'Twas the vision of a lifetime,
Dear Lady of the Blog
If this maiden be a princess;
Must I, then, be a frog?
What chance, stand I, with one so fair?
Sweet Lady of the Blog
Might she away; or go I, blynde.
Write I, this epilogue.
For naught, could steal, sweet memory of
My Lady of the Blog
you are beautiful.
Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.
James Baldwin
A real friend is one who walks in, when the rest of the world walks out.
Walter Winchell
All that we are, is the result of what we have thought.
The mind is everything.
What we think, we become!
Buddha
I knew we used to go to Tags Bakery. I miss you.
xo Jean
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