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| I am the mother of this crazy family! Some days it seems that I am running in circles, dropping kids here and there and counting heads to make sure I have everyone in the car. I am a full time career mom and I run a small private investigations business on the side. I like to ride motorcycles and spend time with my special friend "Steven." | ||||||||||||||||
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| Name: | Susan Johnson | |||||||||||||||
| Email: | [email protected] | |||||||||||||||
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| She took a deep breath of morning as her exhaust caught sunbeams through branches. She wakes, as with her character, bold and always fresh with life. She, as Nature uses the bright colors to warn predators, proudly manifests her hue and dares opposition in her emerald eyes, but soft is the limerick in them and deep is their invitation. So seldom have seen such beauty, in so few have I seen such vigor, so much I long for more. She, her in her soft skin, wanes in image and dissipates from view so sweetly tender I know now just why; she is my memory, and I am her creation. |
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