Tonight is the night that our small group usually meets. Frank and Tim and Steve had to work late. Laurie and Rhonda don't feel well. So we called Chuck and told him not to come. Dave is cranky and rather noncommunicative. If we were a Shel Silverstein poem we would be like this:
Laurie, our 'L', was home with the flu,
Frank, our 'O', had homework to do.
Chuck, our 'E', stayed home to play,
So I'm all of LOVE that could make it today.
Nevertheless,
'V' is very, very extraordinary...
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:) yes, yes you are...i totally sang that last line....i'm trackin with ya miss B.
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