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Regal

Posted by jackie on August 24, 2020August 24, 2020

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Hello Wild Ones 💛 💛 💛,

I hope you are well and doing great things. My prayer is that you are taking care of yourself. I am currently full of hope and tears.

Regal

You are regal

Even on days you feel illegal

Never with self love be frugal

Never let yourself be prodigal

You are regal and very legal

Always remember that gal

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Jackie

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Dragthepen says:

August 24, 2020 at 2:40 am

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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1. jackie says:
  
  August 24, 2020 at 10:42 am
  
  ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
  
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Silentdreamer💭 says:

August 24, 2020 at 3:52 pm

Regal being forged by a force centrifugal. 🙂

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1. jackie says:
  
  August 24, 2020 at 5:31 pm
  
  Eiiiy!!! Centrifugal takes me back to High School
  
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  1. Silentdreamer💭 says:
    
    August 24, 2020 at 10:58 pm
    
    Hahaha! Physics right. 😁
    
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coffeestainsandcookiecrumbs says:

August 24, 2020 at 4:55 pm

I love the thought behind this. Very thought provoking!

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1. jackie says:
  
  August 24, 2020 at 5:30 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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