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- When in doubt...steal from others...but I don't ...
- And in the same vein: bumble fumble humble jumbl...
- A pathetic rhyme: I'm not going to crumble but I...
- I know...no snow...but I'm scrambling...I have i...
- Alas there are times when one doesn't dare to gi...
- It’s frustrating when you know all the answers b...
- I will be forever grateful to my grandmother for...
- Yes...it is a different rendition of breakfast i...
- Another stolen picture from a friend...this one ...
- If I'm going to catch up with my December blogs ...
- How could one not steal this title to a poem: I ...
- I stole this picture from Parvathi...I didn't as...
- “Do you know,” Peter asked, “Why Swallows build ...
- Nothing could be more of a contrast than what I ...
- In The Girl Who Was Saturday Night, there is a ...
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