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	margoshka contemplates, ruminates... meditates on life, love, basketball, poetry, choice, and the lack thereof.


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	Wednesday, April 10, 2002 "Churl!" she sighed away from his grasping groping gaze. "Why I never..." she acquiesced as he caressed her tilting copiousness. "Sure, I guess" was his response to her cherished nearness. "But when..." the rest was mumbled into his hairy chest. "Ok, baby, lets take a rest" he broke the twirling chain of consequences by speaking the unknowable in hushed tones of regret. "But... but..." she stumbled, sloppy wet, serene, filled with... apprehension. "How will we ever know" was the thought on both minds, as they climbed, to reach the peak, and never speak of the past lost - at the foot of the hill. -mused margoshka on 4/10/2002 03:42:00 PM 0 Comments: Post a Comment << Home

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