Bang, clang, jug-a-lug. The ride was rough. Joe and Jill sat in the front; Jill drove. I could not see because they were both in the front; I was in the back. All this hoopla because my nose wouldn’t quit … Continue reading →
 | oneta hayes on THE RESULT OF YOUR CHOICE |
 | floridaborne on THE RESULT OF YOUR CHOICE |
| oneta hayes on COMMITMENT |
| oneta hayes on THE RESULT OF YOUR CHOICE |
 | C.A. Post on THE RESULT OF YOUR CHOICE |
| oneta hayes on THE RESULT OF YOUR CHOICE |
| floridaborne on THE RESULT OF YOUR CHOICE |
| oneta hayes on COMMITMENT |
| oneta hayes on THE RESULT OF YOUR CHOICE |
| C.A. Post on THE RESULT OF YOUR CHOICE |
Sweet aroma