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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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Well come as I was < !signature-->in courage by a fiend to be gone this journey never linking for a weak or so that it cold get used this way it did too I’m so glad butt sad you there yet your presents brings such relief to this aura vaginal draft and purr puss of mist little chapter which was to leaf you into a piece full come for table ground but if you no thing like me you be tried of the same mold contempt or airy voids that sneaks to glory fly woke gather then tall ants which draft tick ally skewers art and graces such in dived level souls with the drudge airy of woke..! I can soy tan any be leaf which is the truth of this fawn ally if own lye manna festered threw a single palm or many foams thy music your peach the very mass sagé of finessé in appear ants and at tit lewd shod be in tart con trash to ease kind of odor ease very same will not rest pond to a poets rule of dumb which pears to be just act ally what they lethal ridge ally cordon wit newt protest or sin sure as a mark of ally ants in this fare fate of finessé... so if I woke at it yon enough will fat make it add mire able odor I weight for the voids to rule ball looming nocturne ally true in neat..? [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 04-18-2000).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Oh lucky, this is just wonderful enchantment with a bit a whimsy...Loved it!! |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
LOL at the ending! I too have looked out of little oval windows, and heard the churning of props below...this is a fabulous tale! Another great piece on sailing! |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Baby, when we sail, we sure do sail! I was just a-rockin' in memories of splashing narrows, and salty sea-winds, and your warm arms; then I came abruptly up against your surprise ending, as usual! What! Stinky socks! That takes all the fun out of it. Oh yeah, excuse me, it's another of your fabulous plays on words, you little stinker! |
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