>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>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!
or Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison...this is the
artist, right baby?
