extra well-done cheeseburger with some quite stupendous fries - I mean S T U P E N D O U S F R I E S
the very concept of Satan clapping while sinful folk are fornicating
gooey chocolate pie-cake-mousse dessert supporting a flickering-flamed candle
my dearest friends - with all that they are and all that they are not - providing me with tidbits of gossip, assuring my glass is always more than half full, supplying their usual cachinnation, delivering - generously, if not graciously - tales to tell
welcoming arms to wrap around my words as I share what I know - piece-mealing additional memories as they come to me
that pinch of time when my husband and I occupy the same space on life's continuum
incredible words that are uttered at just the right time, reminding me that maybe I did a not too bad job
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