Oh lonely days, when I sit and stare into space,
alas you are far, and hard to reach,
oh sunflower, can you tell me? wether if, she/he
loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not,
loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not,
loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not,
this might take a while, I should have choosen something smaller...
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Love letters and poems 'R' us
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