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Nice post. Lonely people can be in large families too. Feeling wanted and love can be a hard thing. Cum to my blog and respond. Have a great kissing fun time.
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i love that song! ...sexy lady! oh, and hell yes! i wanna do naughty things to your body
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Ok, now Horse With No Name (my favorite America song) is stuck in my head. So true... words are powerful and wonderful things when used correctly. The can uplift a spirit and brightening a days. And yes, then can lead to a thorough exploration of all things naughty. Find pleasure in giving pleasure
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A kind word can last a lifetime. Thoughts from the Garden...
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You are absolutely right......kind words never hurt..... Click Here To Read A Hot Erotic Story: When A Woman Meets A Stranger Part 1 of 4
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Love what you say, and you have a beautiful day. A beautiful day for a beautiful woman.
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A simple smile or gentle hug can do wonders also!
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ty Joy for adding me on your friends list. I am truly honour to have you in my friends network. You look awesome by the way! You are beautiful inside and out! hugssssss V Merry Xmas Joy! Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Nice words to heard and say. I try to say something nice when I have someone to say them to. When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
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Very Nice post!!!!!!!! Words well put!!! You look great in that dress!!!!! Show off those sexy legs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hi Joy.... thanks is a great post... Elvis Costello - 'She'... She May be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She May be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day She May be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dreams The smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell She Who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry She May be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows of the past That I'll remember till the day I die She May be the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years Me I'll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is She She, oh she To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Totally love the panties photo. Prof10001 Swing by my blog!
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Good evening beautiful. It was evening when I posted this. Looking great
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I'd often wonder how women who get hundreds of responses how on this earth decide to answer any of them! Work place issues: CHECK! Living far away from family: CHECK! Lonely: CHECK! As much as been encouraging and helping others been dealing with moments of sadness ! CHECK Getting reply in writing not sure thing, nor lucky to get response. Or as I have come to say in this swipe stakes of lottery being chosen, just being real for what it is. Aside from a nice Christmas dinner, I'm looking forward to maybe a day of sleeping. That's just the way it is. Who would ever think actually working helping people would lead to a very, very, very lonely existence! Author51 have yourself a Merry Little Christmas to you.
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