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The snow has come
and gone- as has the clouds, the frost hangs in the tree, lays on windshields- and conveys the cold to the world. The fire burns, its yellow- red as well, soothes the mind- mesmerizing us deeply into a zone, of comforts for the long winter's night to come. Sip coco, wraped in dreams- thoughts and wishes, and all to soon- reality breaks this moment of magical disconcern: OH GOD, the cookies burned. |
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Wow...you,re really emptying out your head today...!
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real good twist,
and with jest, let this rest, with your best.....!!! good one!!!....M1313 |
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LOL.. Nice Finish Shad!!!
well done ;o) ... but I LIKE a cookie.... LOL |
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