We're off to see the wizard . . .
and trust me, he truly is a wizard.
I've been waiting 30 years to get
this particular tat redone. I got it
for my 40th. My sweet little girl
sat through it, held my hand and
didn't even whimper as I almost
squeezed it right off her arm. She
is my shero; murmuring helpful
words throughout. Now, my guy
is a man among men! and yes, he
will take me to the tattoo artist,
but he won't hold my hand and if
it's taking a long time, he leaves
for a while. Sooooo, take a bow
little girl. Yes indeed, you are my
S H E R O !!!
we humans are strange
body art clothes paints perfumes
never satisfied
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