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You Can Trust ME, Balladeer !
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You Can Trust ME, Balladeer ! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores 
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You Can Trust ME, Balladeer ~*Marge Tindal*~ He really doesn't trust a single word I say I say 'scent' and IMMEDIATELY he turns to run away He's the one who's a STINKER Don't let his flattery fool you yet He's a rascal in disguise And a sweller-feller I never met !  TRUST ME !  Or maybe that's SMELLER-FELLER ! ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
ROFL...i trust ya, my friend! i'd be scared not to!! lol this is just too cute! I LOVE IT!!  hugs, ~vicky "...until you have read the verse on his |
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SEA
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
cute Marge very cute |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
ROTF...now I have to go find the OTHER one.... |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Now THERE'S the Marge that my nose knows! Yes, I'm a stinker, I suppose But I've been fooled so many times The ways she piddles with her rhymes Mixes meanings in like stew Then blends as only she can do Simple thoughts go in a blender Come out cut up like double-intenders And by the time they reach your head You've no idea what she said and, when you know you missed the point You find your nose is out of joint Ole Marge just smiles and tilts her head And makes you wish that you were dead.. Well, I have not been badly schooled And I am tired of being fooled! I'll figure you out good some day.. Until that day comes by....LET'S PLAY!!!  love ya, Seminole gal  |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Awwww ... loved this Marge ... big, big grins! And ROFL at Michael, love ya both!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Vicky~ Tee-Hee ! He's a doozie ... but he's MY doozie !  SEA~ Thankee, gal !  Karilea~ You're a good scout ! Balladeer~ You DO tickle my fancy ! Don't ever stop ! I do love ya' ... BUNCHES ! Kit~ We just keep on ticking - licking - and sticking like glue ! Friends to the end ... that's us ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Little stinker,  I'm scared to rhyme, He catches my mistakes, Every darn time. But I have to agree, He's cute, don't you think, Even if the poor boy, Is cursed with that stink!  Marge, You are always cheering us all up, and Balladeer, that was pretty darn funny. "Lose your temper and you lose a friend; lie and you lose yourself." ~ Hopi ~ [This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 06-26-2001).] |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mysteria~ Cute, cute quip ! Girlie lip ... I thank you a lot .. But go to your room for that you-know-what !  LOL ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh my goodness, I gave Marge the finger! So in this corner, I must now linger. Looked like a thumb, Held up in the air, Trying to tell her, The poem was better than fair (yup, forced!) he he (removed the cute little red guy who was naughty) Luv ya, Margie girl! |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
regards Marge, sudhir "I was born intelligent - education ruined me" |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Marge, you stinker |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mysteria~ Doubled over in laughter here !  Chief 'RedFinger' thanks you ! Sudhir~ Right back at ya', babe ! InterLoper~ Yep ! That's me alright ! ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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