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| Topic: Dear diary......omg another diary!!! - part 56 | |
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Morning Purple  Karen the weather here today is dam, dare I say almost PERFECT ??.... warm sunny , snow melting ... I may have to go to shorts .. look out world  It is very nice here today also....just the mountains are still frozen and white.  Supposed to be mid 60s this weekend!! YIPEE!!
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you do look a day over 29 ....
 let alone close to 60 ... 
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OOPSSS missed the word NOT .. as in DO NOT look a day over 29 ... my bad
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 Hey....I thought you were the old one around here!! 
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Happy April fool day .....
 
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Happy April fool day ..... Yes , I am
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I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO happy to be at work today!!!
 April Fools......
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Hey....I thought you were the old one around here!! HEY .. I have said before .. I am just over mature for my height
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Maybe it you are overly heighted for your maturity....
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I know for a fact, I am overly something and it has NOTHING to do with height
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well your all looking mighty fine in the diary section
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looks good over in the DAIRY section to , the frozen foods are a mess though.......
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The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise He's chained forever to a world that's departed It's not enough, it's not enough His blood has frozen & curdled with fright His knees have trembled & given way in the night His hand has weakened at the moment of truth His step has faltered One world, one soul Time pass, the river rolls It's not enough it's not enough His hand has faltered .... .... ...... And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication And silent replies that swirl invitation Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea A grim intimation of what is to be There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight And silence that speaks so much louder that words, Of promises broken |
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whatever then.....fresh your never dead to me....just everyone else
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Glad to know Scotty...... HYA Chevy!!! Long time no see!!
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hi, ya fresh !
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wow, where is every one ?
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Dear diary.............I just woke up
what happened to my pinky??? it feels like something or someone bit it!!!
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i bite ya !
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