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
the side of me most people never see
the side of me most people never see
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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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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