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As I said... you insist on proving my point.
Oh never mind!
Your point is that you have no point. And yes, its easily proven.
Words fall short. Che Pasa @ 6:27. The Photo. Hospice.
Che Pasa. I opine. After 'hitting' your web, It is happening.
Yes, C. Pasa, you are taking advantage of the cold darkness.
A hat-off tip to you. You help the world go around just fine.
The cede to a argument, or cede to life, and no one knows,
but something whispers. A calming chirp, a sound from one cricket,
chirruping under the bed of the one dying, the one laying in the bed,
secretly. `Do not tell another. The one you love and tend to in the bed,
`What's Happening? In the sad-lonely vigil of the night, the world revolves.
From a garden: A chip fom the garden, under the bed a garden guest? Loving.
You help world go around. And as fine as a great egg omelette. Add olive oil, salt,
pinch some of:
Tender Love. ay,
pinch of pepper,
paprika, chives,
sweet red bells,
but no use pop-eye caned brand chopped spinach. Some things never change, immortal.
The flow of Love,
And Love's sweet,
It's strange ways.
Thanks Che Pasa.
Push send? okay.
A Beautiful photo.
