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Nine Days Off

High fives. Jive talkin'. I get off at five. Five is dark these days, thriving is scarcer and scarcer. Deprivation has lots of syllables. So many that it distracts from contemptible WAIT! That sounds judgmental. I don't want to sound that way. So I will make my way. Hope somebody's god grants me patience!

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Gwendolen Song

Date: 1/13/2012 3:57:00 PM

Hi Nancy...hope this means u are OK....are u at home playin SCRABBLE? One can only guess here. lol..Gwendolen

Joe Maverick

Date: 1/1/2012 10:27:00 AM

Hello Nancy i thought i'd look you up now i have returned...(from my years break) ha ha" ) i see from the last line you were 'praps talking about someone who may be a help in your dire straights,, i shall enquire on your behalf,, however don't blame me if your living room becomes 3ft deep in playing cards..?