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Updated: 2020-11-29 7:36:13 pm Viewed 14,200 times Likes 17


Some might call me a wench.......is that a bad thing?

                                                                         Drawn deeper by the presence of no one and the existence of every one.

Never meddle in the affairs of a Dragon, for you are crunchy and go good with catsup.

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egoe ui historic,segoe ui,helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-size:15px">“You'll know a wild woman when you meet one, heck you'll feel her essence before knowing her name. They have this eccentric energy about them, one that passes by to touch the core - to awaken your own spirit to seek a little deeper, a little more.”

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IN CAHOOTS

I have been to many places, but I've never been in Cahoots.

Apprently, you can't go alone.  You have to be in Cahoots with someone else.

I've also never been in Cognito.  I hear no one recognizes you there.

I have, however, been in Sane.  They don't have an airport, you have to be driven. 

I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, family and work.

I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump,

and I am not too much on physical activity anymore.

I have also been in Doubt.  That is a sad place to go and I try not to visit there too often.

I've been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.

Sometimes I'm in Capable, and I go there more often as I'm getting older.

One of my favourite places  to be is in Suspense!

It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart! 

At my age I need all the stimuli I can get!

I also may have been in Continent, But I don't remember which country.

~Author Unknown~

 

 

[For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt? We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt!" Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.

Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt.

Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married Miss O. Needeep They had one son, Jack.

In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deap Schitt and Dip Schitt.

Against her parents' objections, Deap Schitt married her cousin Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced.

Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and, because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.

Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chick N. Schitt.

Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony.

The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials.

The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Hoarse. Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.

Now when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt," you can correct them.

[b]Dragonese......

So she comes to me[/b]
[b]on this moonlight evening[/b]
[b]as if the sun was our candle[/b]
[b]her beacon[/b]
[b]my marker[/b]
[b]her hand in mine[/b]
[b]a walk we take [/b]
[b]to the clearing we reach[/b]
[b]and silent we fall[/b]
[b]our hearts beating as one[/b]
[b]minds connected in that moment[/b]
[b]pulling each other close[/b]
[b]feeling the heat of our bodies[/b]
[b]as we desire the time[/b]
[b]to never end or fade[/b]
[b]slowly the blackness comes[/b]
[b]of the nite skies[/b]
[b]and above us sits a thousand million[/b]
[b]stars each a wish of love[/b]
[b]need want and desire[/b]
[b]and crave her I do [/b]
[b]need her always[/b]
[b]gently laying amongst the blankets[/b]
[b]as the fire crackles[/b]
[b]like moths to the burning flames [/b]
[b]love we do make through the night[/b]
[b]with only the stars [/b]
[b]and flickering flames[/b]
[b]to guide us[/b]
[b]beyond the centre of our hearts[/b]
[b]with whispers of love[/b]
[b]grace and divinity becomes[/b]
[b]the carriage of life[/b]
[b]for us both[/b]
[b]to where sleep does enter[/b]
[b]as we lay in each others arms[/b]


[b]~X~ [/b]