Blonde silky hair...
Long shapely legs...
The way her breath smells of MilkBone dog bisquits...
I cannot get her off of my mind. I have been seeing her 3 or 4 times a week for the last several months. Her name? Frida. I love the way it rolls off of my tongue. Freeeee-da. Yes...Freeeeee-da.
We meet in the courtyard of the City Hall building daily. Her owners let her and I run around together, chasing each other and enjoying each others' company. She does not seem to care that I came from the other side of the tracks. She is the girl of my dreams.
I cannot get her off of my mind...
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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Mr Wendell,
ReplyDeleteWhat are you nuts? Frida will break your heart.
Pepper