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sunshinemiss -> RE: BOUNTY'S coffee shop (1/26/2008 10:53:47 PM)
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ORIGINAL: BOUNTYHUNTER
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ORIGINAL: sunshinemiss
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ORIGINAL: MissHarlet
I think I will wander away today too .. you youngins are too hormonal for me I think .. will be calmer with a walk in the woods critters are safer some days lol..... BBL .. keep the kettle hot .. its a tea kinda day .......
Hands Miss H a bag of bread crumbs for the critters and puts the kettle on a low fire, allowing the steam to keep the room air moist... no dry skin in here!
Hugs Crimson and hands out magazines....
and sits down for a moment with my feet in front of the fire for just a lil breather. sigh
I guess poor ol' bounty will have to fend for himself,hobbles over and pours a tall cold one....
Now Bounty, you old coot.... you were out watching the deer and being all grizzly man, so I have the kettle on for some nice hot tea when you get back... and there is ALWAYS coffee available... you know that... I think you just want some sympathy... so... *hugs.... and rubs your back... takes your boots off of you (putting some odor eaters in them and putting them in the back room), washes my hands and ladles out a big hot bowl of chicken soup and hands it to him in front of the fire.
*looks at the line for the masseuse and thinks we need to hussle somebody up there.
Hanable! don't be peeling those scales in here! No cookies till you put your shoes and socks on.
*hands Christine a cup of hot chocolate with a bit of vanilla and Miss H some chamomile tea (she seems a lil bit stressed out today).
*takes a plant to Crimson... an ivy cause they don't need much caring....
and turns on some nice soft jazz music and stands up to recite a poem...
I.
O, my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O, my luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
II.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
’Till a’ the seas gang dry.
III.
’Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
IV.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a-while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns.
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