tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861124098541076451.post4411161261730403904..comments2024-01-30T04:22:34.784-05:00Comments on Beauty In The Ordinary: A love story...Part 2...The PianoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00728645243327906117noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861124098541076451.post-45217865816289741002010-08-23T22:12:02.872-04:002010-08-23T22:12:02.872-04:00"Men brought out her best and made her laugh...."Men brought out her best and made her laugh. She liked most beards, hated all moustaches and furrowed her brow at the mention of tattoos. Height and weight and size didn't matter. Manners and nice shoes mattered. Doing the better thing mattered.<br />Her shoulder was ready when friends felt a cry coming on. She knew where to offer an opinion and when to shut up. She could juggle oranges. She lied only a little, and they were always white." The End of The Alphabet CS Richardson.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00728645243327906117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861124098541076451.post-53827005235842444652010-08-23T21:09:17.516-04:002010-08-23T21:09:17.516-04:00Well, that is something one needs to read through ...Well, that is something one needs to read through a few times to get it. I will ponder on it.<br /><br />Loved the look of that soup. Will definitley give it a go. It feels like a soup day today.Razmatazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02757164543598076420noreply@blogger.com