Monday Jul 18, 2005

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Come back to me, my valentine. Come back humming sweet tunes and eating sweet cherries on sweaty summer evenings. Come back with stained fingers, soft and fragrant, smelling of juice the color of midnight. Come back and share your verses of romance, epilogues of tragic lovers and friends. Come back and write me a sonnet so I can find the rhyme once again in this world, so I can live on level ground, never fearing falling into loneliness again.
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mothra:
I'm poor, so propably an S10 orsome other little truck. I need something that's a step up, but not expensive.
mikefool:
I see that you are a fixture of SG. I hope you remember us little people from way back. See I have humility on occasion. So how are you doing? Last I knew you were living with your parents and you brother was telling them about your pictures smile I need an update! and I erased your first friend link because I am not very bright.
sorry eeek

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