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The View of Illicit Possibilities

Neighbor strolls shirtless Confining my true delight Our eyes meet briefly Feverishly I suppress Wishing I was a mower

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 12/3/2011 2:11:00 PM
Congrats on your win, Natalie! Kim
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Date: 11/30/2011 6:39:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in P.D.'s "5th Poem on the Soup" contest Natalie. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/29/2011 10:43:00 PM
Congratulations Natalie on your win in the 5th poem contest.
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Date: 11/29/2011 10:35:00 PM
NAT;-) ,.. Congratulations on your wonderful win!! Thank you for the support and honor of reading the 5th poem you posted on the soup. * Take care, and have yourself a great night,. ;-) ~p.d.
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Date: 11/29/2011 10:32:00 PM
LOVED this one the first time I saw it too. A well deserved win, natalie!
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Date: 9/17/2011 9:45:00 AM
Oh how fun is this!
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Date: 9/10/2011 11:21:00 AM
LOL, witty write, Natalie
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Date: 9/10/2011 12:56:00 AM
get it girl! I saw results of a survey that said 93% of all women want guys to keep their damn shirts on...Cept' when they are at the pool, beach, AND MOWING GRASS!
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Date: 9/9/2011 11:27:00 PM
OH, my this is so CUTE. I really like how you did yours . Unique and fun.
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Date: 9/7/2011 2:33:00 PM
Thank you for sharing today Natalie. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/6/2011 6:49:00 PM
Great write! Clever way to view a front/back yard! Enjoyed your poem...Good luck in the contest!!
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Date: 9/6/2011 6:35:00 PM
I once had a view like yours of the joggers going by , but the stupid trees have grown to big and can't even see the road now, lucky you.
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Date: 9/6/2011 6:33:00 PM
How many ladies want to move onto my block? :)
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