All that for a bit of scurvy,you soft southern wuss,we used to pick the skin flakes off the wool blankets and eat them for breakfast,Eeeeeeeh them were the days,nitty-norah the head explorer and rickets,happy days eh?baths everynight
I remember getting covered in that but I cant remember what for?It was pink I think and I always wanted to drink itcalamine loition
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
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