Excuse me while I
slip into something
a little more comfortable,
like denial.
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Excuse me while I
slip into something
a little more comfortable,
like denial.
#293
Linda Studley 
Ah de-nile. That long winding river in Egypt… I’ve gone down it a number of times.
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I take that cruise every winter, heck, I should be getting the aquatic equivalent of frequent flier miles, lol.
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Alas, I have given it up for life in the south of France. I never thought life could be so good. Bon courage et bon chance! 🙂
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Merci! Ma francaise et terrible!
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Not a problem. An effort and a smile go a long way here. 🙂
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ha-ha. Me and denial, we go way back.
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It’s common ground the world over!
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Denial for me too. I am enjoying (in a perverse, sick and twisted say -it-ain’-so) way your poems slamming winter right back. Reminds me of your late spring poem where Mother Nature hurled a snowball at your truck windshield, you called her honey and ignored her. Stay the course. Or call Uniglobe. Your perogative. But whichever, stay warm.
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Ah, yes. Enjoyed.
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Winter is like the key of G demolished; either you get it or you don’t… 🙂
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Dear Mr. Gibbons.
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lol!
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