Olive Juice
Someone brought me olives yesterday.
Marinated ones.
In Herbs
And Merlot.
Ominlove.
Marinated ones.
In Herbs
And Merlot.
Ominlove.
posted by Captainwow on
8/17/2004
time flies
one looks deep into the navel
and sighs
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2 Comments:
Whoa. Was it my favorite hippy girl??
By
Pat, at 8/18/2004 7:02 PM
No, it ws not - and it wasn't THE OLIVES that I've been yearning for... but they WERE GOOD!!!
By
Captainwow, at 8/18/2004 9:39 PM
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