I wish I had some witty reparte to add to the butt end of these jokes, but, I got nothin'. I'm praying that your docs will find the answer to your medical mystery.
I don't mind the sun sometime
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and Sugar
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through someone elses eyes
BHS-"Pepper"
