If this shit goes down.........please
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If this ship goes down.........pleaseIf this ship goes down.........please look me up on face book if we were friends.......I'm under Suzanna Smith Las Vegas Nv..............if we were not friends then please don't waste my time or your own.......stalkers won't get accepted. Last edited by JadedJezzabel 01-30-2011 at 05:14:43 AM |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.