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The Temptress
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Beatrice Boyle Member
since 2006-12-06
Posts 438 |
I try hard to compete With younger glamour gals When all the men I meet Say "let's all just be pals" Yet I have that certain something That just can't be defined It transcends all those sexy chicks That they have wined and dined My doorbell keeps on ringing I get flowers by the score From men who come by every night A'knocking on my door They never get enough Of my particular brand of love My talents are legendary And I thank the Lord above Sometimes I take on four or five (There's never only one) You should see their eyes light up When I announce "The lasagna's almost done!"  |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
LOL !!!! Thanks for the chuckles Bea! hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Grandma Bea... I'm sure everyone would be knocking on your door for Lasagna and for your special hugs! - me included!! RDB |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
*giggles* |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
smiling we all have our talents, don't we? now, can you help me find mine?  a very friendly gingle and morning read  thank you |
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MoonShadow Senior Member
since 2001-08-02
Posts 943Dark side of the Moon. |
Now I know where the addage "The quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach." came from... but some of us have a somewhat 'lower' opinion of that. (Wink, Wink) Whatever works for you, Milady. Great write... most amusing. MoonShadow . |
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