This is how I like to spend a chilly, rainy
Sunday afternoon. And you??
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I'm confused. So you like to spend your rainy Sundays listening to Smokey or is it twirling around in a red dress showing your butt?
ReplyDeleteEither way it makes me want to rethink how I want to spend mine. LOL
I like to dance while listening to Smokey!!!!! geez. you truckers!!!!! lol
DeleteLOL I'm just saying. In order for me to come up with the proper answers I need details, details, details.
DeleteO I C
DeleteAbsolutely! Me to!
ReplyDeletelol oh yeah!!! sigh
DeleteLol what a thought has crept into my mind. With a vision to never be left behind.
ReplyDeleteDare I ask?
DeleteLol ha ha I'll never every tell!!!!
DeleteTease!!!
DeleteShe dances in red. But not with me. Her feet fall in an intricate pattern that I cannot repeat.
ReplyDeleteHer legs to propel her through time and space but just more distance from my heart
Her arms weave an illusion of holding me, caressing me, supporting me. But never me
I watch her, she dances in red. Yet, I've never seen her stationary. In fact I've never truly seen her at all. I've never heard her music.
She dances in red. And I never will