She was tequila rose, he the Lynchburg oak. She said more with one look, than any word she spoke. Warmth, emancipated by her soul, melts away at the snow. Revealing a taste of what all want to know.
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Her elegance ( I did not )
She asked if anyone was sitting there, gladly and invitingly I said ‘no’. Her look was beautiful, a bedazzling smile, advancing something inside of me. There was dialog but I forgot her elegance I did not.
Thoughts in my old mans truck
We lent my old mans truck filled that monster up, and headed southwest across the border.In wellington wet walks your face shone a smile. With red wine and firelightI know a part of heaven my eyes have seen.Raindrops on the ifor ping, in Swallow falls I am aware love is strong.I am here whether rightContinue reading “Thoughts in my old mans truck”
