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No, only your name will be etched on that stone, your memory. You my friend will become a star.
posted by
UtahJay
on May 18, 2012 at 11:23 PM
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aceblade
I imagine inside the stomach of my mother. But I do remeber, being in the carriage and stroller, going to the center of my hometown ace. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on May 18, 2012 at 6:59 PM
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You describe life well in this poem.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 17, 2012 at 9:04 PM
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