Her sunny side was always up.
I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.
There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis.
Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.
Love Poem ููููููููู It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more.
There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds.