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I can almost smell the scent of rambling roses. Oh Spring when will thou show thy face
posted by
Kabu
on January 12, 2019 at 11:41 AM
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Your set on cruise control.....
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on January 12, 2019 at 9:13 AM
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It's in the mind Bill.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 12, 2019 at 9:06 AM
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You do have a way with words.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 12, 2019 at 5:54 AM
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Beautiful, Bill, and so true.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on January 11, 2019 at 7:02 PM
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