"asadi...." wrote in message ink.net...

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You see, women are indeed like wine. Lord the Ripple and Boone's Farm one
drinks in his youth and I must confess I have partaken of MD 20-20. Now, it
is the same wine. The very same wine and yet, now that we are patient enough
and wise enough and gentle enough to hold and caress and lovingly sip. . .
we cannot. It is not the lines nor sags, the aches or the pains but this
about aging that is damnable. It is this that I hate and the pain in my
loins is no less great than in the days of my youth and I was 'not' told
what it means to be a man. To look but not touch and in some cases not to
look at all.

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john

"They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot salking in my chamber."
-Sir Thomas Wyatt, 1503-1542
http://eir.library.utoronto.ca/rpo/d.../poem2407.html

Honest as advertised. Thanks.

Steve