Share. Share, your head turns like Linda Blair, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSxuXQCEC7M the sugar turns into might! Almond breath on top of the rotted egg, stained with tumeric, its alright. Stevia, opps that was Salvia by mistake. The world is full of tee hee now and until it wears off. Look at Share's tummy! Yummy in the tum tum tummy! Can this make Auth gag? Can a week of prose coming out the nose, drive FFL all crazy, bad? I am there, in this way, no denying my fruitless wonder of now, where or where when Shukra in Kanya, and Mangal gives fourth aspect......HOW???!!!!! If I was in this way, I would have no time to play on this word game beating gone mad. Unless by god, my door bell rings, then from this I will gladly fled? LOL
The rhymes you see, are gathering he, who made --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long <sharelong60@...> wrote: > > more tee hee, just had organic, roasted almond butter with rainforest stevia > for dessert, totally yummy, in my tummy, no need for toast and jam, nor even > green eggs and ham! > > > > ________________________________ > From: emilymae.reyn <emilymae.reyn@...> > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > Sent: Monday, August 12, 2013 11:53 AM > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: The Bhagavad Gita: In English Chapter 01 The > fourth word > > > > Â > Share wants toast and jelly > But fears for her belly > She harbors self-hate > And cries at her fate > > She must face her beast > But prefers to unleash > Her tirades of rhyme > And continues in crime > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "sharelong60" <sharelong60@> wrote: > > > > Dudy can't help herself so she reads, > > since more ammo she always needs, > > saving the world from dastardly deeds! > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "authfriend" <authfriend@> wrote: > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long <sharelong60@> wrote: > > > > > > > > Annie banannie, isn't this fun, > > > > can't help smiling when rhyming is done, > > > > now have a good snort and go for a run! > > > > > > Chare-Whare thinks her rhymes > > > Should willy-nilly ring our chimes. > > > Lamentably, she cannot fathom > > > Why they end up being so tiresome. > > > > > >
