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The Flirt
by Marijo Phelps Flirting with her gooky eyes, Telling all her little white lies Winking at him with eyes aglow, Letting her impish smile show. Falling for Her ancient line Golly, how can he be So blind Running here and there she dashes, Fluttering her mascaraed lashes. Whispering in his sunburned ear, Telling him she'd glad he's here. Hanging around her they're like a blight He's only the third one tonight. Ringing of the telephone, Getting her off her queenly throne Skipping merrily up the stair Hoping for another she could snare. Knowing her I wouldn't give a dime For that silly, two-timing sister of mine! My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |