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IS : Simple Cute Zesty Noisy Calm Creative Smart Flamboyant Crazy What else? I can't define more..you do it then! December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 September 2009 October 2009 Don't remove credits. Basecodes:1 2 Layout: YourCrush |
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Saturday, January 26, 2008 12:07 AMA friend of mine from Casablanca Morroco send me this poem and asked me if i can publish it fore him.Here Goes! Forever, Standing still. Say to you that name, that truth, The song of no ones holding hands, The drifting memory that never finds Remarkable recourse the dreams of discourse, Hand in hand the mother tames, \When children read the writing flames, And there you stand lost in the veil, Reclaimed by the trail, Waiting for the moment to harbor, Dust to ashes and all in-between, We shall sing out glory be! And faith remarked the waiting game, Days and years there all the same, We wished upon the sun that day, The visible star of disregard, And there you stood just out of reach, Flowered flames of disbelief hand wielded Trapped in peace, And there we laid until the end of games There the flesh melted away, When snow hit water, When body met soul, The waiting was over but the game cried its hold. ~Michael |
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