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My buh's birthday in the Balkans turned baecataion

Do you recall that afternoon at the Fisherman’s Pub, when you said I was like a little beaming child when I eat seafood. As if it wasn’t all we did most evenings, when we tucked into those Dalmatian dishes of sea food platters and Swiss chards. The overload of the sea bream/ bass, fresh oysters, mussels, squids, lobsters, calamari and my favorite, octopus! I often felt my ovaries contracting… But of course, being the wine enthusiast I am, we couldn’t resist the combination of those passions on our taste buds with fresh local Croatian wines ranging from vineyards and wine tasting hills in regions of Slovenia and Bosnia. Later that evening, we return to dine at what became my favorite Dalmatia

The Beauty of Mr Jenkins

Stay with me The grass isn't greener... He bluffed I waited for my love to break I am not sorry A new journey to life Flashes of his metallic grey eyes Thoughts of his slick fingers Flashes of his handsome features The tall man with the Levis 501s I am not sorry that we went down that path I seek to unhide To unravel the hidden tensions I am not sorry I am not sorry he walked into my life as he is. That this piece of the world's finest is smitten by me and me, him. That poetry brought us together That his one and two liners was the piece de resistance of the poetic nights That they made me laugh with joy That my heart felt I could be drawn to him That I texted

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