A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
aww, my brothers and sisters didn't think so at the time since Mom's stayed in the hospital for two weeks after giving birth and so my siblings Christmas was delayed. Hee hee
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.