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Saturday, August 7, 2004


Poetry it describes me with words so beautiful and sweet, nothing like the words speak.
"Walking down memory lane isn't as fun after you were slain. Each day I wake up and think of you. Each I wish I could be with you. But something keeps driving me from you. Memory lane, it's plain as rain. There's no more lauging in this game."
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