*She looks around the empty cafe and the mess that customers have made. Sighing she goes and grabs her mop and broom from the back and begins to clean. On the counter she has set out several cups of day old and cold coffee with the sign 'FREE' next to them. She waits.*
Dammit, get out with your damn hot and fresh coffee and find some other place to sell it. If you are going to sell your damn coffee here they you damn well better give me sixty damn percent of your damn sells. Got that Capgirl? I do not take this issue lightly.
He is just fine. Once again he has turned my home into his home. 😢 He keeps talking about how he wants to travel for the summer. I told I don't care where as long as it is not the beach.
I can't do that Mr. Bread. He will get mad at me and give me a good whipping. I suggested that we go to the mountains for the summer. Rent a cabin or something. Give us time alone.
I wish this site had a counter to tell how many people were online. Easier to track lurkers. One of my favortie pasttimes is hunting lurkers. *cocks gun*
It doesn't matter where I am. It is the summer months I could be anywhere. I was talking about you in jolly ole Britian...wait...it is barely afternoon there.
is over<BR> <BR> <BR> but I can't help thinking...everything was so good on the way to work- the iced coffee, the spring rain and the flowery trees, that cheesy shakira song blasting from my radio, the perfect lawns and homes that I pass on central ave, t
Welcome<BR> <BR> :)<BR> <BR> <BR> Rated G<BR> <BR> A place of morals to discuss clean and wholesome topics.<BR> <BR> Most of the time.<BR> <BR> Enjoy...<BR> <BR> *flips OPEN sign*
<BR> <BR> "I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz<BR> or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:<BR> I love you as certain dark things are loved,<BR> secretly, between the shadow and the soul.<BR> <BR> I love you as the plant that doesn
In the dawning silence<BR> I can hear the phantom ring<BR> The world just seems to fall away<BR> I hear the angels sing <BR> <BR> Grief and pain just disappear<BR> My world is mine again<BR> And for that single moment<BR> I can live without an end <BR> <B
Velvet whispers<BR> Inaudible murmuring <BR> Stifled secrets<BR> <BR> Indigo shadows veil desperation<BR> Obscuring desire<BR> <BR> In a lucid azure dream<BR> I found you<BR> <BR> Under a sapphire sky.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
A Maiden <BR> Sara Teasdale <BR> <BR> Oh if I were the velvet rose <BR> Upon the red rose vine, <BR> I'd climb to touch his window <BR> And make his casement fine.<BR> <BR> And if I were the little bird <BR> That twitters on the tree, <BR> All day I'd si
I could so see myself explaining this.