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:: Thursday, February 20, 2003 ::
It's always hard for me to accept flattery for some reason, but I'm incredibly touched by this:
"February 20
I wrote a poem *turns red* tis for you, you know who you are...
Every word you speak is a small flake of gold
flown off from your beautiful soul
slowly in my mind they form a replica of your being
and in it I place my heart"
Yeah, nobody really knows what a sucker I am for this type of stuff. Especially when it comes from somebody who means the world to you.
:: Floydthebarber 2/20/2003 07:16:00 PM
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