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Perfection, What is that? If I had to describe a nice day I could do that. But perfection. I will have a try. My perfect day...........let me see. Sitting at a table with little china cups decorated in blue. With white saucers with a fluted edge. Opposite me is my perfect guest Sally A Bayan. We would talk till the cows came home. Till the stars dropped out of the sky. Till the grass grew and covered the daisies. The days and nights would drift by and yet we would still be chatting. This and that My idea of perfection.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
A Perfect Day
Perfection, What is that? If I had to describe a nice day I could do that. But perfection. I will have a try. My perfect day...........let me see. Sitting at a table with little china cups decorated in blue. With white saucers with a fluted edge. Opposite me is my perfect guest Sally A Bayan. We would talk till the cows came home. Till the stars dropped out of the sky. Till the grass grew and covered the daisies. The days and nights would drift by and yet we would still be chatting. This and that My idea of perfection.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
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