| To Doo, I write...... |
IronyDear Doo,My heart was freely given to you before I even knew who I was to be.......Now that I know who I am, with you it belongs still.......So much more to give you now, yet time has distanced your welcoming hands and reciprocating heart…the Gods of Irony mock my existence……….. 10:08 PM - 2/24/2008 - post commentShare and enjoy
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Description A thief did pillage my familiar. Vagabond thoughts since unbend here. The muse's wistful eye may extract a glimpse, Or elect to veil aforesaid ponders. Continuation of flame, blind to your concrete absence, Vital to sentiments it be not. Manifested in words your rooted essence do I collide.--Loretta Home User Profile Archives Friends My Wall 
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