Scriber's Night Game: Our Last Time...

Monday, June 4, 2007

Our Last Time...

Virgie Mary faced ter me, self satisfied smiling through large white teeth liberally laced with streaks of silver nor gold, a sign surely of new suggar da. Quietly looks ter me, hesitates ter speak, waits for my own farewell ter arms: “De birds say like you and de Rev. Brown gotten a good deal going... Sign in to see full entry.

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