Inbox says (1) new message
Just then (2) new messages
My God, could it be.
Usually not
Usually naught
Unusually knot
My love in a Sir Mix-a-Lot basket
Spare the spearhead
the spearmint
the spirit man
Inbox says nothing
I wait on the porch, old school.
SOB with me
Your Sympathies:
CopyScape
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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November 16, 2009 at 3:37 pm
poeticgrin
I love it when you write from your Cra-Ray-Zee place.
November 16, 2009 at 10:44 pm
Patrice
Me too.
November 18, 2009 at 8:15 am
jessiecarty
waiting on the porch is so old school 🙂
Hollah!