I walk away it’s what I do. I take my mop, my dreams, and I turn away. Sometime between somewhere amongst the trees I lost my way. Advertisements Share:FacebookTwitterPinterestRedditWhatsAppTelegramMoreTumblrSkypeEmailLinkedInPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
thank you Penny…;-) and I hope you are enjoying your island in the sun…we’re more of an island in the snow. Of which I have to go out and shovel more of today. Irish would be more useful if she shoveled…she LOVES it out there….brrrrr LikeLike
Looks like we’ll be sharing that snow with you this winter… we won’t be heading south this year so have to get out and Teflon that shovel. LikeLike
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You go, Girl… this is wonderful! Proud, proud, proud of you am I.
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thank you Penny…;-) and I hope you are enjoying your island in the sun…we’re more of an island in the snow. Of which I have to go out and shovel more of today. Irish would be more useful if she shoveled…she LOVES it out there….brrrrr
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Looks like we’ll be sharing that snow with you this winter… we won’t be heading south this year so have to get out and Teflon that shovel.
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Short but very emotive.
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thank you
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