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A Never Ending List

C.E. reminds me of my hometown every time I visit her site.  Thank you for more than that.
 
Most people read the other blog.  I read this one.  cbeck your talent amazes me.
 
I wish it was Me who wrote this.  Every post makes you grin.
 
You should all know Varinbird by now.  If not, here is your chance.
 
The Author.  For sure.
 
 
Just Plain Weird 
  
There are no words.  Just read it.
 
ACK!  They are everywhere!
 
WTF?!? 



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AJ in Nashville said…
I am very happy to announce that you won't be seeing my name on the last blogsite you mentioned here! *LOL*

Thanks as always for your support Q...

:)
Saturday, 17 July 2004 at 17:03:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
I am grinning, AJ.

Thank You, Phoebe.

Q
Saturday, 17 July 2004 at 18:50:00 GMT-4
cbeck said…
Oh Queenie, can I keep you?
Sunday, 18 July 2004 at 21:35:00 GMT-4
Anonymous said…
I look forward to meeting you soon, Queenie!
Monday, 19 July 2004 at 00:27:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
I so cannot wait myself! I would be mad if Juner did not let you over!

Q
Monday, 19 July 2004 at 01:09:00 GMT-4
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