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Ron- a drop-dead gogeous Cobra and a drop-dead gorgeous day...
May the warm winds of paradise waft to you the sweet scent of sun-ripened FISH!
It was 18 when I got up, drove BH 120 miles to in-laws' in Dallas, ate, drove back home. Slid on ice in my driveway.
Bah, humbug.
UT
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Eagles soar- but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
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