My lips are envious of my forehead
It gets kissed every morning
They don’t get kissed at all
© 2017 Linda Luna – All Rights Reserved
Photo courtesy of Pixabay
My lips are envious of my forehead
It gets kissed every morning
They don’t get kissed at all
© 2017 Linda Luna – All Rights Reserved
Photo courtesy of Pixabay
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Thanks! And a great day to you.
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You have done it once again. Thank you for great talent. 😎😊🤓😜
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Oh, Wow! This was so great! Maybe more than a little “Envious”? Ha! Justified to be sure. This was a really clever, poignant, simple and heartfelt way to express the hurt and sadness of not receiving “Passionate Kisses”.
Bellissimo, Linda, Bellissimo!!!
Chuck
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Thank you.
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Come and read “Envious Lips” and learn how Lips become “Envious”! This is a really clever, poignant, simple and heartfelt way to express the hurt and sadness of not receiving “Passionate Kisses”.
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