Shanna was a bit disappointed
with my post on Breese.
She felt it should have been longer.
I explained to her that I have so much to say
about some of you that I just have to make it
short and sweet.
Witness Honey's post.
Well, I've been given my marching orders.
Nothing less than 150 words.
(how many do I have now?)
!!!67!!
I get to count "I"s, right?
Where Mike is my heart,
Shanna is my left lung.
We grew up together.
She was the recipient of all the parenting
mistakes I had in me.
But she still loves me.
She and I have no boundaries.
But she still loves me.
I can tell Shanna things I can't tell other people.
She "gets" me.
And she still loves me.
I love, love, love, love,
love, love, love, love, love, love,
love, love, love, love, love, love, love,
love, love, love her.
157.
My work here is done.
PS, pictures should count for something.
She "gets" me.
And she still loves me.
I love, love, love, love,
love, love, love, love, love, love,
love, love, love, love, love, love, love,
love, love, love her.
157.
My work here is done.
PS, pictures should count for something.
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