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Tch Tch Francine

you can have your Mr Sorbo, men about, i doesn't dream, but that big dark girl in sandal's who wields a sword so mean, could get a deaf mute Camel, to utter words obscene, mind games hey baby doll, no one comes here in between. Don :(

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Francine Roberts

Date: 8/14/2011 10:47:00 PM

a Xena fan are ya? yes Lucy Lawless fills out that leather quite well. good come back Don, love it

Don Johnson
Date: 8/15/2011 12:11:00 AM

Zena gets me hot n bothered, does ya have a leather suit? could i let you win bold warrior, long as ya don't bloody shoot:)

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 8/14/2011 9:51:00 PM

Picking on Francine now! You have a great sense of humor Don and I enjoyed your verse tonight.

Don Johnson
Date: 8/15/2011 12:13:00 AM

Have to pick on sweet Francine, tease her, poet of the blest, no thoughts of nasty, this sweet Queen, johnson always was a pest:)