Tears from such tender eyes.
My heart aches with each moist lash she holds.
And for every salty drop
That glides
upon her face
I choke
on tears of my own.
Holding those back to save us
So we don't drown.
--Diva
Sunday 2/3 Cragmoor to Freeway Run
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Just so we're clear, I'm officially retired on weekends, I just work during
the week.
I have to say I committed some awesome code check-ins today (Monday,...
5 years ago
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