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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA 
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Bliss He places his hands on her shoulders She turns, wraps her arms around his neck Hands at her waist, he pulls her close The meat loaf resembled a black brick Potatoes looked about the same Salad warm and limp Peanut butter never tasted as good As it did eaten cuddled up In love’s lingering afterglow |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yep. You got that right. Big time. Whoa! Memories, my friend. Great, vivid, wonderful memories. Thank yew. ~ I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time" / I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance ~ |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
Glad it brought back good memories for you Jerry. That's what it is for me now too, memories of many burnt dinners, and breakfasts, and . . . . . . . |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...and peanut butter always taste good...James |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Those are the ways of love and passion, dear Marcia, yes! Very nicely rendered sweet memories. Love, Margherita |
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