sassy philly preacher's daughter. she placed colorful curses on exes, still they tripped over themselves trying catch her eye. the highway patrolman we bared our breasts to couldn't figure out where to look. we didn't get a speeding ticket.
Yeah, it's hard to believe what a difference 20 years makes!!! It's so much easier to be perky and that kind of fearless when you're 20! I often wonder if that patrolman has told this story over the years...
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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If I did that, a patrolman wouldn't know where to look either, but for different reasons.
Yeah, it's hard to believe what a difference 20 years makes!!! It's so much easier to be perky and that kind of fearless when you're 20! I often wonder if that patrolman has told this story over the years...
LOL! (I actually meant that I'm rather flat-chested!)
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