Tuesday, November 14, 2006
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- going homemy Montreal wont be long (the pic is Bo...
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- you know when you cant remember who you are anymor...
- him again
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- walk me homeand tell mehow are they back home
- being there
- hope you never grow old
- and speaking of illusionspowered by ODEO(Yaya- Rin...
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I can't see them..
interesting
And the sun was rising reflecting its beauty,
Although the daffodils was tiny and growing under a tree, hiding among its branches..It could see it all
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
(that was mr. wordsworth, not me)
so did u get my email, YALLA let's do it!
pssst i didn't ditch you b---
don't forget the mail
ba3den there's always greyhound to vegas :)
j'adore ce temps!! a+
thanks for a lovely time in montreal, real fireworks just like your post baby
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