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Happy Birthday JadedJezzabel!! Happiest Birthday Wild Woman.. I know its a day late... but ya just told me, and I know why too~~ so you could skip out on the Bday spankins- lol.. wait a sec, come to think of it- hmmm this IS Jade we're talkin' about- hell, what am I thinkin' youd have that skirt hiked up, handing me the belt!! LOL- we truely are just a couple of pervets in our ol' age girl!! |
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RE: Happy Birthday JadedJezzabel!!you got me nailed sister.........lol...cheers to you. |
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RE: Happy Birthday JadedJezzabel!!bump |
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.