tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974903763938129007.post3123154105053468482..comments2023-05-09T08:53:05.913-07:00Comments on American Girl: Dogwood Buttterfly : Butch BitchesGlordia Jarrothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704254340762691298noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974903763938129007.post-77012005171382396032016-06-22T13:53:11.836-07:002016-06-22T13:53:11.836-07:00Moot, in the end, and the views to be kept in the ...Moot, in the end, and the views to be kept in the houses only of the choose few that live and sing songs, about the charms and wits that are given as gifts of peace and love by the sea, RV Campers and cheaters, thieves, and blazers for lost causes, and have fingers in place to point at others for the reasons that shame and disgraces were acts or deeds to turn the other face and put another mask on for the seasons to come.<br /><br />Girls friends until death. Bones in a box, back to sender, asses to ashes, darn to dust. Land whales, basket cases, tricks and trades daily.<br />Sarah Smilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08134499326387262535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974903763938129007.post-28944626462115071242015-08-02T12:13:37.498-07:002015-08-02T12:13:37.498-07:00Great story, tips and tales online,views to share....Great story, tips and tales online,views to share. American Girl: Happy and delighted to see the man on the horse racing against the winds, dances on the arms of a woman. Ends of the love of a life alone. Scents of a woman, to change the outlooks on life, dances to the music played over time. Love and devotion on a different level. Scents of a woman that has live life alone, searching for the missing pieces of a dream. Love and honor, love and devotion, love of life living on the edges of life. Man and woman, sun and the moon, dances for the hard knocks, dances to the songs of sadness, with the fakes. What a wonderful day it is, another day on the right side of the grave. Graves to you, graves to me, dazes on the right side of the dead. Dances to the end of love, dance with me to the end of love, happy and delighted, with the gifts of words to share often.<br />Elsa Bondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13621509995740179480noreply@blogger.com