she had been his little plum dumplin'...

his all arms and legs eternal flame.... . ...the blonde to end all blondes...

....his heavenly havoc...... . his sensual domain...

the woman who made his soul ticklish...

....the diminutive diva of days gone by never to come again....

...the Hari Kari knife he'd fallen on....

the choking in his throat whenever happiness was deduced and he needed an infusion

the one he always fell toward and never reached...but was neverless blest in the falling

there she was peeping out at him from GOD's garden..

the adorable little "cabbage head"


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quillpena May 27, 2012 @ 11:43 p.m.

My Little Cabbage Head, Oh, how I love you.


nan shartel May 28, 2012 @ 10:46 a.m.

dem cabbage heads can not be denied Quill....hahahahahahahha



Tallsharon May 28, 2012 @ 9:53 a.m.

That made his soul it. Mon petit Chou


nan shartel May 28, 2012 @ 10:49 a.m.

tickle tickle...hahahahahahaha

the French know the importance of adorable small cabbages eh Sharon



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