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There is not a soul who does not have to beg alms of another, either a smile, a handshake, or a fond eye.

Breaking all the rules. April, 2010.

If you don't mind me saying it, I have magnificent legs.

Ask anybody, they'll tell you.


Roddy said…
You are extremely fortunate that you don't have mine. They work ok though.
Alan Burnett said…
If you don't mind me saying so, you take magnificent photographs.
Baino said…
And awesome socks!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, chicken legs!

Alan, aw shucks!

Baino, they're my fourth favourite. Take the camera everywhere and take photos all the time. Some are bound to some good. That's my philosophy.
Daydreamer said…
Nice legs... (she lied) Merry Christmas and whatever else it's called to who celebrates the holidays. Thanks for the best wishes.
Admin said…
you did a good job in this photograph..Merry Christmas to you and your family!

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