Growing Old: Special

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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Special

Someone told me I was special Like a prized and cherished vessel. I didn't say much, but my heart was stirred By the words that I'd just heard. Words don't come to me that easy Unless I have the "keys" so breezy. Then my words come out just right They ride the breeze just like a kite. So let me tell... Sign in to see full entry.

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