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If he doesn't appreciate your effect to remain feminine open a tin of beans for his lunch.
Please do not mention who suggested it, but with your cooking I think he's sure to make a sweet remark.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 16, 2010 at 7:40 AM
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Sinome
It is the little things. Some days need to be simply gifts to yourself. If you attempt to be appropriate for your age what have you accomplished that is more important than the hands of a clock? I am so honored that you like my poem.
posted by
Justi
on March 15, 2010 at 9:22 PM
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It is the little things we do that bring us the most joy... what a poem ! Loved it!!!! xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
on March 15, 2010 at 9:14 PM
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PoetRaye
They do, mainly because I can still wear red nail polish. I don't have to succumb to drab in order not to look silly, not at all! Thanks so much.
posted by
Justi
on March 15, 2010 at 7:59 PM
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Awesome message and writing, Justi! I'm so glad to see
you have a poetry blog, you Poetess you..:)
I bet the nails look fabulous!
posted by
Katray2
on March 15, 2010 at 7:23 PM
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Little things can reverse the hands of time.
posted by
Justi
on March 15, 2010 at 6:04 PM
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