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Blowing This Pop Stand

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Blowing This Pop Stand

Linda and I signed a lease Wednesday, for a beautiful two-bedroom apartment, at a lovely just-built development.  So we’re “Blowing This Pop Stand”, and as the theme song from many years ago for the TV show, “The Jefferson’s” said, “we’re movin’ on up”.  That’s the good news.  The bad is that now, we are inundated with preparations, and have no time for Cosmo, except maybe an occasional visit.  So, to all our poetic Soulmates, please forgive us for not being able to read and comment on your beautiful poetry.  We should be up and running again by August.

All our love,
Linda and Larry xxx

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Pratibha Savani

Wow Congratulations. An anniversary present for yourselves?
Thank you for the lovely message wishing you a happy moving few months. Px

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Larry Ran

Our Dear Pratibha,

With our late response, we can now report that we are in seventh Heaven, at our new residence.

All our love,
Linda and Larry xxx

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Jill Tait

Awwww All the very best but don’t b a stranger ❤️??

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Larry Ran

Our Dear Jill,

Sorry for the two month "estrangement", but belated thank yous for your lovely words.

All our love,
Linda and Larry xxx

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Marion

Good luck with everything lovely people 
lots of love ?

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Larry Ran

Our Dear Marion,

Thanks to our late reply we can now tell you that we really "lucked" out, and now have a beautiful place to live.

All our love,
Linda and Larry xxx

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