in love with my ipod touch >.<
"You are Mary Masterman, and you are five years old, and you are my daughter, and you are going to save the world."
-Anonymous
LOL
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forgotten young hands write of new fallen Spring,
where poetry loses her fires, blossoming:
remember, how stars could mine frost in the snow;
how clever their strength, could divided love fold.
the verses from above shall cover singing thrushes,
while man's easy days all die in tall rushes,
and clinging to laughter, are the lips of a muse
for some misbegotten poet, in love with the ruse.
the round light of the season softens the days
so the hearts of the mourners are easily swayed.
- My amazing m
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