Letters to the Editor
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Carol Lay.
I use to say, "Why read the blogosphere? Buy a pair of pretty mules. I was old fashion? A old faddy farm 'dews' hey.
I was just given, as a tease, a 'commercial, ad-swim suite calender from a dear Cambodian women. She will tells me true war-stories about fears living under Pol Pot when she was 8-years old.
Her husband has been renamed Lucky. He is a great herbal healer and farmer.
She has two children. The Cambodian couple have a handsome boy and a beautiful girl.
We barter edible victuals.
I'll offer fresh Asian greenhouse greens.
She and her husband, Lucky, were only 8-years old during the tyrannical Pol-Pot terror rein. They via providential design are transplants here in 'our' neighborhood. I love them.
I love listening to their true life war-stories. She has class.
They enjoy my fresh homegrown luscious greens. She makes great Pho-soup.
If you don't mind...I'll pretend one of those swim suit bikini clad-silly girls is Carol Lay?
I'll not think a one "impure" imaginative though, I swear
I like clothed Ladies with mental-spirit appeal. Ia's only do try to be honest, and yet if Ia's a seeming to be miserably assailing, it's true, and yet Ia's only being honest.
O, Anh ya's em= [?] It's a innocent private and [giggle] word of affection...description.
Please don't call the NSA?
I've run errands, and sat to groan,
under the Willow Tree. In innocents!