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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4508 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Donuts (revised) Don Schaeffer From above, mother's brown eyes rested on the boy, so soft and shiny that his eyes lolled about helpless in the warmth. The eyes of the girl behind the counter sought to arrest him. Then mother sang, "you can have whatever you want." And the sweet climate of eyes blended with Spring and the rich prospect of cake. |
