I reach up and offer you one last gold butter finger to eat.
looks as if it breaks a rule.....or may b a last hope....two lines n keeps one guessing... nice
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9/20/2024 3:57:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
looks as if it breaks a rule.....or may b a last hope....two lines n keeps one guessing... nice