Visions of Spring

Or maybe I'll just get one of those apartments right out on the city street so I only have to go out on the veranda with my coffee and paper, sit back and watch as they stroll by!
Maybe she'll stop and ask directions. I'll talk and point and invite her in for a cup of coffee. Or tea, if she'd rather. I'm quite Continental, she'd know.
Where's my real estate agent's number?
1 Comments:
not real? oh no! I'm devastated. or diva-stated? no matter. call me.
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DadEO, at
11:37 AM
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