Monday, June 23, 2008
Oh, how we often waste our time embroiled in silly agruments...
Tie Game And still our hearts do beat as one when fruitless battle is said and done When fury subsides to loving gift amidst the dreams we share, we drift There is no coin that can be tossed to measure time that has been lost It matters not those moments stained It’s understood there’s nothing...
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