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Post by Wallflower on Mar 6, 2005 4:01:35 GMT -5
The air today is more perfect than the day before; A hand full of yesterdays, to settle up the score. Where the old air get dusty and stale; THERE, where EVERYONE will fail. But here is a new begining, a whole new day; The words i say are not yet old and grey. They are part of the past, yet i bring the moment forth; Though they hurt, i will never cut them short.
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Post by strangeclouds on Mar 9, 2005 23:55:03 GMT -5
that was really good
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