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it’s a black and blue day running into the night when my baby’s away don’t know wrong from right i’m a misguided missile with no target in sight it’s a black and blue day without you . . . .
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it’s a black and blue day running into the night when my baby’s away don’t know wrong from right i’m a misguided missile with no target in sight it’s a black and blue day without you . . . .Artful Words to Inspire Fearless Living
The view from my front porch (in Pennsylvania) or back patio (in London) every morning, in tweet-sized instalments
The Beautiful Due
Personally I dig pink with black
lilac is good with black too…hummm…and kinda rhymes.
A pretty good description of those days when I feel black-and-blue bruised inside…
good thing we have One thing we can count on…
And… the photo below of the kitty cat — now that makes me smile! Wide
that’s kat, our old lady kitty.
You are so incredibly, beautifully creative!
Hope that your baby comes back soon.