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"SSC4(FF) 'Danny Boy' and 'Hardball'"
Wheezy 9153 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Playboy Centerfold"
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07-29-04, 01:52 PM (EST)
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"SSC4(FF) 'Danny Boy' and 'Hardball'" |
These two are each very short, so I put them together. Danny Boy
Whenever she sees those pearly snap-button shirts, she remembers the look on Danny’s face when he ripped her shirt open in the seventh grade, behind the stage curtain at the Civic Center. His face blushed dark red while the thick slides of trombones from the pep band rang in her ears. And whenever she thinks of Danny, she remembers him three years later, when she saw him blink from his casket in the back of a dark, stained-glass windowed church. Danny’s dead body lured her from her practice, and she left the organ keys bare and the bench askew. The final chords she’d played from the blue hymnal hung eerily above the balcony, suspended like witches from the rafters. ### Hardball Every time she watches her son, the pitcher, playing sharp and focused on that old field of wavy sand and marshmallow bases, she remembers that night in '87 when she spent some time with another pitcher, intensely playing hardball under silver spiderwebbed bleachers near a gleaming harvest-mooned infield spread with shine and grit. When her son kisses her goodbye after the game, and walks away swaying against a hippy fresh brunette whose ripe lips pucker like sweet caramel apples, a reverie caresses her round the shoulders like a bunting and she savors, for a moment, the moment, until it trips her eyes wide at thoughts of her thirty-four-year-old self, holding a caramel-appley grandbaby. ###
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woeisme1 3588 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Thong Contest Judge"
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07-29-04, 05:18 PM (EST)
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1. "RE: SSC4(FF) 'Danny Boy' and 'Hardball'" |
Wow! Just wow! I am so glad you entered these, you are incredibly gifted. My oversight for never telling you that before.Fish and Game Officer of G.A.W.K.U.R's of OT Handcrafted by RollDdice, who rocks my world as much as IceCat. remember to say only things that, if it were the last words another person were to hear, would not have caused harm
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