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Searching For That Special Gift w/pics Searching For That Special Gift Scottv69 In the early morning while the dew lies upon the dark ground, and the sun its low upon the gleaming horizon I leave upon my wonderful journey to find that special for my lady. Not for roses of red do I wander the earth, nor for diamonds, gold, silver and priceless pearls do I look, rather for that fragrant and sweet flower that Margaret most adores. All day long I walk the fiery golden fields past the old weathered fence posts that mark the farmer's golden fields. Briskly I walk through the deep green of the forest and past the sparkling waterfall upon the rocky grey hills searching for that most precious . As the sun reaches its zenith at the hot noon hour I meander past the crystal clear sparkling azure waters of the lake searching for that special that Margaret so desires and cherishes above all. As the purple darkness begins to claim dominion over the land at long last I come upon an old path littered with pale dusty yellow straw grass and little brownish green shrubs and to my amazement I see them sitting tall and beautiful beside the old worn out path dancing in the brilliant golden fields. They joyously sway to and fro in the gentle spring breeze with lovely moon light reflecting off of their lovely<b> sunny </font></b>yellow faces with gleaming white petals waving happily to me. Excitedly I run to where they sit smelling the wonderful scent of their sweet perfume and one by one I pluck them from the fertile burnt umber ground smiling triumphantly to myself for having found that precious that will show my Margaret how much she means to me. Slowly with wondrous mirth in my heart I arise and begin my journey home. Back up the old forgotten trail I go trotting past the lovely blue waters of the silvery moonlit lake, over the softly rolling blue-green hills barely acknowledging the crashing song of the waterfall, and paying no mind to the soft sweet perfume of the evergreens on the hill. Finally after many hours of searching I return to my little red farm house gently tucked safely into the golden hills and see my lovely lady swinging upon the old porch swing singing a sweet old hymn with a wondrous sparkle in her haunting green eyes. I marvel at her soft lilting voice as Margaret sweetly calls out to me with lovingly out stretched arms to welcome me home. Quickly I run to where she expectantly stands and on bended knee offer her my precious little loving of sparkling white daisies and orange-red marigolds to show her my sweet love and just how much she means to me. |
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Enjoy the lovely Sophie Dee.
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Oh Sofie. Can’t say enough. Have a great day! 💋 Staci
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Dazzling Ms Dee , XOXO
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