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Uh, pfffft....my name is unimportant on here, my age is all you should know and my hobbies include making new friends, poems and stories! |
His hair is like darkness,
Janurary nights...
They can't tell me who to be,
cause I'm not what they see...
Why does my heart beat this way?
I want it to simply go away...
I ask these questions everynight,
asked straight to the one with will and might...
Sticks and Stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me...
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The Easter bunny wanted to play a trick on a rooster so one morning the bunny went in the hen house and switched out all the eggs with colored eggs The |
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The years make us all older, but very few wiser. |
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Don't follow my footsteps, I run into walls. |