| To Doo, I write...... |
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Dear Doo,
Hope is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all. 12:55 PM - 3/5/2008 - 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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