Mary's Hideaway
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 1:55 AM
Friday, October 13, 2006
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7 Comments:
It's sooo hard to be critical. Next time, I'm using an alias for my comments. I'll be back later to finish the voting. I mean, Becky won't, but someone will...
Hope you're doing well my friend!
Becky
lol...Please don't use an alias. I value your true and honest opinion. :-) Thank you for supporting us.
Becky cracks me up....even if she is my sister, well probably sort of because she's my sister too, and well, I get her, and she gets me...
I'm babling, as usual.
Mary your poety is scintillating and sensuous…I’m thinking you are a sensuous vixen nymph, with the face of a goddess. xx, Lori
And I mean vixen in a good way, like intelligent as a fox, and all of us, all of us have the wild one inside us. Sometimes she's a little difficult to find though.
I hope I didn't offend you Mary...I mean no harm, and truly, I am harmless, a dork but a harmless dork, non the less.
How you doin' James? Hope you got some rest, got to get the key endentations out of your forhead. Hehe heh. xx, Lori
Sounds like a compliment to me. And I know Mary would take it as such too. She's the Moon Goddess. She is my friend on the highest level. Actually, in different ways, you're all three alike. Each one distinctly beautiful, inside and out, like poetry. But best of all, you're great people, and greater friends.
Mary, your poetry is very sensual. Hell, some of it was HOT! You can tell you are a truly passionate woman. Loved your poetry.
James, you're a sweetie!
Oh James, you are a sweetie.
I have never been compared to poetry before, what a beautiful way to think of someone, and now since you are thinking of us in that way, well, I'm all a flutter. Heh heh.
Ol' alias/Becky...like we couldn't tell if it was her or not by her voice in type, oh please Boo, you can't hide your spirit with an alias, it radiates, it shines, it is too big to contain, or to be camoflauged (sp?), let it shine sweetie face, like the sun shines through a rainbow.
I just thought of something...Beck, if you were Pam (one of our sisters, OLDER than me even, heh, heh, of course Becky knows this, I just added this info for you James.) you'd be running all over the blog o sphere leaving criticism and using my name, just to freak me out.
Okay, I think I'll flutter on over to football practice with Sam....xx, Lori
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