By: Dave V (offline) Sunday, January 26 2014 @ 09:58 PM EST
Me I like fried spam add a little mustard yum yum
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was
cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words,
and some of the words are theirs.
Hi All
Been without my computer since Sunday, just got it back and I have cleaned up the spammers.
See Yah
Lee
Lee Goldsmith
Site Admin
Acton, Maine
Life in the Slow Lane
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