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| sugarjackj (profile) wrote, on 10-25-2006 at 1:34pm | |
| Love is a plaintive song, sung by a surfing maid. Telling a tale of wrong, telling of hope betrayed. Never a selfish whim, sorry when he is sad. Blind to his every mote, Merry when he is glad. Merry when he is glad. Love that no wrong can cure, love that is always new. That is a love thats pure. That is a love, a love thats true. |
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.j.e.s.s. | 10-25-06 10:58pm blah blah blah my name's jackie and i talk about love
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