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I love my love with an E

Last night wasn't so different from the usual, only we had a little dark chocolate. We don't pay a lot of attention to love holidays. We're very, very fortunate that way.

I want to get my hands into soil. This is the time when it becomes an aching, forceful need in me. Mushroomy-smelling loam on an overcast day, the local birds all watching curiously while I put down seed. They want it eat my seeds before they get a chance to germinate, but I'll take measures against that. The ground'll be warm enough soon to get a shovel in. Then everything will be OK.

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chadu
Feb. 15th, 2005 02:57 pm (UTC)
I want to get my hands into soil. This is the time when it becomes an aching, forceful need in me. Mushroomy-smelling loam on an overcast day, the local birds all watching curiously while I put down seed. They want it eat my seeds before they get a chance to germinate, but I'll take measures against that. The ground'll be warm enough soon to get a shovel in.

"That sounds dirty."

Zing!

Zhank you, I'll be here all ze veek.

CU
fenriss
Feb. 15th, 2005 03:45 pm (UTC)
Too easy, Chad :)
chadu
Feb. 15th, 2005 04:01 pm (UTC)
When there's a straight line out there like that, so rife with entendres, the Chadly Church considers it a mortal sin not to take advantage of it.

:)

CU

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