KEEPING UP WITH FIO, GERMAN CLASS, WHERE THE HEART LEADS

 Fiorella may have posted this poem before, but it's worthy of a retrun:

                L'envoi to "Blind" 

          In the theater of the mind,

          The unremitting reels unwind,

           Horrors ceaselessly replay,

           Obscuring now for yesterday

    

           In the theater of the mind,

           Eyes that see too much go blind     

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  Your girl is angry at herself. She had Husband's face almost all finished on her 5x4 masterpiece (sarcasm) and she tried to make it even better and....you guessed it....she messed the whole thing up Grrrrrr!

     EEK!, Son L will have a heavier workload soon so Fiorella will have to dig up an extra  driver, which, from experience, she knows is almost impossible to do. Remember that she can't even get anyone to take her to church!

Of course, it may be that the church doesn't want her....

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German: die Jahr:   year ( (remember to emphasize the "h" and "r)

              die Zeit:   Time  (remember to emphasize the "z")

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Moira left her shawl draped on the chair. With so many people crowded into the building, she was almost too warm, but Rafe, she knew, would warm him up even more.

The saccharine strains of Love Me Tender filled the room as Rafe took her in his arms, She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes as they swayed to the music,

She didn't want to leave the dance floor--ever. She and Rafe were as close as they could get with clothes on. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, his leg nudged  against a very sensitive part of her, and his erection pressed against her belly....

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