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The Too Good Bad Boy

My Alabama visit and first delicious kisses from a preacher's son Dashed dreams when his sojourn to MY city included not me May 11, 2020 written before I realized nette's contest had to be based on a picture, and that inspired my poem about having too many rocks in my brain!

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John Watt

Date: 5/12/2020 11:44:00 AM

Ah, the one that got away. A sad tale.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/12/2020 3:45:00 AM

Good one Andrea, I done the same then read the rules again, haven't posted it yet. Tom

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/11/2020 11:32:00 PM

Happens! But this is great too, dear Andrea!

Quoth Theraven

Date: 5/11/2020 10:18:00 PM

Andrea, Too much of the Crimson tide cradled in the arms of this write.,and sadly. I guess that's why they call it the blues. -Richard

Linda Milgate

Date: 5/11/2020 9:11:00 PM

still good, seems to be a common experience. Glad we all survived it. I wonder if young women are learning to protect themselves emotionally. I know I did not the first time, figured it out on the way home, but usually one bad experience, Mine were in Delaware. Still cringe.But glad we were safe and fearful due to lack of decent birth control, gave us distance and time to grow up.

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 5/12/2020 2:59:00 PM

I was fearful from what they were teaching in my Sunday school classes. haha!