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If I Were a Stranger

And proached you in parking lot while unloading your groceries and I frowned would it be different if under same stances I proached you and smiled? Yepperooni, just sayin', be careful not to throw baby out with bathwater. Vice versa, too, is what we struggle with, Broken ribs and tattoos. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ among other things

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Date: 11/17/2011 8:47:00 PM
ah sweet Nancy of the Jones, love this one, bathwater owns, get a grin upon ya quick, johnsons coming lickety split, from behind...
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Date: 11/17/2011 8:27:00 PM
Hmmm. Scratching my head. Books and covers? Our own experiences distorting what we see? Once, someone with a mohawk, multiple face piercings, wearing all black began to chase me. I froze. Nearly screamed. Then he said, "Ma'am, sorry to scare you, but you dropped twenty dollars. Here." And he handed me money that had dropped out of my pocket. Talk about a wake up call. I felt small. And like an idiot. Did I read this right? Or should I just get some sleep? ;-)
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Date: 11/17/2011 9:56:00 PM
read way intended, very cool Cyndi, thanks for takin' time to weigh in
Date: 11/17/2011 8:26:00 PM
Nice, very nicely worded, my friend. You have rightly said and I too agree with you because I have same feeling there to. Our words will differ only. Congratulation for your win in Brian Strand's and in all other recent contests and thanks for giving me congratulation for my win. Sweet Good morning. bl
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