>>>>
>>>>
>>>>I want to spend a night with you in a dimly
>>>>lit coffee shop. We can share our hearts, our
>>>>dreams, our fears. Then we can leave and fall
>>>>>>>>asleep together in each other's
>>>> >>>>arms...
>>>It's a deal baby...maybe in the late fall.
>>>We'll >see how you're feeling about things
>>> >>then.
>>Your sense of timing does seem good, too...We
>>can enjoy our friendship now, and not plan too
>> >far ahead. You are the berries, baby!
>You are the berries!!! You're so sweet!!
>Did you notice my message below this one?
>Love, Browneyes
Browneyes, you move me, baby...kinda like Tom
Petty's song..."You wreck me. baby.."
Or Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund
Fitzgerald"...What the hell am I talkin about?
You must have my hear a spinnin again!
