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Being a person who prefers dogs to cats (hey, I grew up with Dobermans and Rottys and German Shepherds), I hope never to be put in that situation.
Should that day come though, Tabby. -
PBR. Pop and my uncles used to drink PBR for decades, so it was the first beer I ever had. Still my favorite.
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Oh, this was ages ago, when we were both young and foolish.
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OK, two things:
1. I'm 40 years old. I don't "nail" anyone. The last person of note who got "nailed" had a religion form around him, and I've no such ambitions.
2. Gwen, I told you to stop calling me. It will never work out, love. We're just too different to make this work out. I'll never forget our time in Cabo San Lucas, especially on the patio of your friend's hacienda, but really, you need to stop and move on. -
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DOCTOR WHO. I would make a great monster. And I wouldn't need any makeup.
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The person who least wants the job.
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I wouldn't, because then it wouldn't be love.
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You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo
They still say, I love you
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
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I'll never tell.
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Mountains and beaches.
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Not counting that one trip to Mistress Helga's House of Pain?
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It's four A.M. November ten, a strange electric hour
I'm swallowing the morning of your flower
Petal by petal I'm laying you bare, red as any rose is
(watch her as she opens and she closes)
Let me turn your tears into wine
Let me turn your darkest hour into light
Let me turn your crow into a dove
Let me be the one to make you love
It's four A.M. November ten, a vague and hazy time
You lie asleep, you're breathing like a child
I'm writing with my poet's hand
To reach you with my pen
I know that I can make you love again
Let me turn your tears into wine
Let me turn your darkest hour into light
Let me turn your crow into a dove
Let me be the one to make you love
In those words I create you
Into someone who will
Always come back
Once you've closed the door.
Into someone who will never refuse
When I ask for more.
But if I think I can own you
With some lavender prose
Or a violet song, I am wrong.
And if I think I can have you
With a salty kiss or a sultry dance,
Well, I can't.
Let me turn your tears into wine
Let me turn your darkest hour into light
Let me turn your crow into a dove
Let me be the one to make you love
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Steven Perez’s Bio
I am me. The rest, you should be able to figure out.
