New York: one woman, one terrace, twelve seasons.
I sense just about as much corruption in that core as I do in a perfect orange-red sunset. And I think your garden is life itself, so I wouldn't worry about ever being tied, you'll always have flowers to water...Now was that too candid? I also considered "OH Marie, thou are..." but it sounded a little pompous... ;-)
:-)))...and the chances of you sounding pompous are about as slim as those of a dolphin looking cumbersome???HA!
HA yourself! You never met Jojo, Turks & Caicos permanent resident Tursiop troncatus, who used to show up with 2 inches deep cuts on his back from playing too close to boat props... ;-)
Ow....Shame! So they became cumbersome? Not their fault they got chopped...OW!
They? LOL Are we talking about the same thing here? ;-)Here's the link: http://www.oceania.org.au/soundnet/features/jojo.html And I forgot an "s" after Tursiops. ;-) Crazy dolphin if you ask me. I've never seen another dolphin hit anything it didn't want to hit...Sorry for the digression... It started with a poem...
Oh dear. It's my geographic, er...density.I thought there were three dolphin: #1: Jojo,#2: Turks, and the third Caicos.Um.:-)