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Posies are poison. Or have I mistaken passion for poison?...I supose it's both.
Remember my neighbor? The quiet one who has never uttered a word in my presence, but sings by her window every night. (her voice is bewitching in a sublime way)
Anyway...she wears white cotton panties with pink posies on them, and I can't stop thinking about her.:)
Peace bd
She's singing! I suppose life still holds a glimmer of hope (in a field of posies)...maybe.:)
Peace bd
What does she sing?
I'm sorry I cannot offer anything esoteric to the thread, understanding what women are thinking has proved beyond me.
Right now it's The Beatles "Norweigen Wood"Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
Thinking is beyond me right now...I prefer to stare.
Peace bd