RE: Not quite poetry.
- Subject: RE: Not quite poetry.
- From: "Smithhisler, Paul" P*@dnr.state.oh.us
- Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 07:25:41 -0400
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ROFL! …True! -Gus -----Original
Message----- Unable
to control his breathing, he slowly approached her . . . His
heart raced, his blood pumped . . . She was
more beautiful each time he saw her . . . Many
years he had dreamed of her . .. Now,
his dreams were a reality . . . Gently
he slipped up behind her and embraced her. . . He
whispered of his love and gently caressed her bare shoulders . . . Shoulders
glowing in the evening light. . . THEN
HIS WIFE CAME OUT BACK AND SAID, "WILL YOU LEAVE THAT PUMPKIN ALONE AND
COME IN TO SUPPER!" |
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