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Re: Never Ending PastaCool it you guys |
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Re: Never Ending PastaHello my good friends' |
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Re: Never Ending PastaAnd good friend to join us at the end of the day! |
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Re: Never Ending PastaRigatoni Campagnolo Last edited by faithwalkfarm 09-28-2009 at 04:29:23 PM |
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Re: Never Ending Pastaoh darling did you not know |
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Re: Never Ending PastaSeven Deadly Zins, |
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Re: Never Ending PastaSweet heart, a girl does |
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Re: Never Ending PastaJust thought I would throw this in...mainly to get the stud to scratching his unswarthy hat. Oh, and why are the studs fonts so bold all the time ? |
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Re: Never Ending PastaBruschetta, zuppa and tiramisu; |
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Re: Never Ending PastaStudly, I've warned you gently, |
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Re: Never Ending PastaYes, dear, I know what the Italian words mean. |
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Re: Re: Never Ending PastaQuote: Originally Posted by studly111 Boobilah, oh Boobilah, bittersweet to the taste, Is the vast sumptuous banquet of nuclear waste; Boobilah, oh Boobilah, how fickle you are, With your cappocuoco supremo, pronto fate a pombare! Studly, dear Studly, I can't seem to translate for the meaning is murky in the words you narrate. I'm fickle, 'tis true but charming and quirky And just today, on this very date I have learned how to perfectly stuff a turkey! Soon we will celebrate Thanksgiving Day! |
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Re: Never Ending PastaI've been in the kitchen, stirring the pots |
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Re: Never Ending PastaHello JadedJezzabel, finally we meet. |
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Re: Never Ending PastaRelax my dear studly, you have a date. |
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Re: Never Ending PastaOh boy, studly is lurking somewhere out back |
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Re: Never Ending PastaThe intent was for friends to have a few rhymes |
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Re: Never Ending Pastaoh go |
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Re: Never Ending PastaMaybe we can start fresh... |
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Re: Never Ending PastaFor both had been hurt |
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Re: Never Ending Pasta..But now Madelynn enters; to see whats in store, |
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Re: Re: Never Ending PastaQuote: Originally Posted by Madelynn ..But now Madelynn enters; to see whats in store, She looks r'ound slowly, at pasta no more! Now she came hungry and alone,no one in hand, Was invited by Studly,thought her company was planned. ALL the lovers have paired off, and now I sit and dine alone, thats fine; More wine for my lips, I wont get caught in a fight zone. Although I must admit, wine tastes better with a lover or friend, Maybe Ill stay a bit longer-then the music wont end. The violin sings a song: an Italian lullaby I think Is anyone coming back for a dance or a drink? If not its fine, Ill put out the candles, go home alone--not sad ~The truth is..I am actually the BEST lover that-I-have ever had! smile,wink. Madelynn there's no need to put the candles out Let's dance and do the twista pasta, and get Pac to shout The Stud man know's what that's all about Madelynn, so ya say you're the best you ever had Well Gorgeous you never had this Irish (man) lad, So see the Grid of my Heart, cause the poetry of WordSlinger is not a fad Violin man play some Evans Blue Where's the Cello man we need him too, Ok Leroy sing, where are you? Sing us some Sergio Franchi but do it Hilly-Billy..............................................Word! lol Last edited by WordSlinger 10-01-2009 at 04:14:06 PM |
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Re: Never Ending PastaMy favorite is eggplant |
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Re: Never Ending PastaMadelynn, Ginga, I'm so glad to see you! |
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Re: Never Ending PastaFaithwalker Ill raise my glass to toast your cheer- |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.