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K7 ''Come Baby Come'' [1993] . . . and random words from mOi!


Hey you guys!

Did everyone have a fuktastic week?

Who remembers this one? Came across it and had to share. Still remember the lyrics like it was yesterday! Music is essential in my life and I'm glad you take time to check it out. I will often write music into my books, you'll just have to guess which ones (or read my work)!

I'm slowly getting back into my routine and after a bit of writers block hope to produce more work. Thank goodness Netflix released some awesome shows and movies in time for Halloween and I was able to zone out like a freakin zombie.

Hope you smiled today and if not give the problem the finger!
Joy M.

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