A Girl Can Dream...Can't She

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Those girls and I…

Wrapped up that quick visit…the quizit…saying good-bye to that brother of mine…his beautiful wife…all the pizza making friends…

Took a walk around the town square…just the three of us…trying to stretch the time…knowing good-byes were near…

The quizit…grew up with the quizit…lived for years…with the quizit…in the same town with family…grandmother…mother…pizza making brother…stop in and have a visit…short…brief…but like…almost every day…

Have to say…mama me…is not exactly a fan…of the quizit…when it comes to those ladies of hers…usually…given the distance…visits have been stays…for a few days…where there’s time…

To do…to say…all that needs to be done…all…that needs…to be said…

Maybe one day…if she’s lucky…one of us will win the lottery…and build a commune…where these birds of a feather…can flock…and be…together…forever…

Until then…mama me will be thankful…for every precious moment she’s given…but that doesn’t mean…an old gal can’t dream…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…