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Saturday, August 2, 2008

anniversary story

stick with me, he said
I’m worth it
and wouldn’t you know it? He was
Posted by castlewon at 9:20 PM

1 comment:

farmlady said...

Welcome Back! I can tell by the tone of your poems that you had a very good time.

August 3, 2008 at 9:56 AM

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