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PRecycle them love. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on August 7, 2013 at 4:13 PM
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short but sweet
posted by
Lanetay
on August 7, 2013 at 8:33 AM
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Ah - but how could you know?
posted by
adnohr
on August 6, 2013 at 10:45 PM
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Cool read..
posted by
Saif_AlKindi
on August 6, 2013 at 10:31 PM
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I guess we bottle them up in our hearts dear one.
posted by
Kabu
on August 6, 2013 at 8:27 PM
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I took a bottle with me to the mountains to bottle the fresh air for my dad...He smiled then.
posted by
UtahJay
on August 6, 2013 at 8:03 PM
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Don't ever accept non chance... Faith! Would you like George and I to pray daily? E mail me a name.
posted by
Justi
on August 6, 2013 at 7:49 PM
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There are a few moments that I wished I bottled up too.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on August 6, 2013 at 6:17 PM
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love it darling...talented lady!!!
posted by
Kabu
on August 6, 2013 at 6:05 PM
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Lovely poem - I do think the ending could be better and more
specific, though.
posted by
2902
on August 6, 2013 at 6:03 PM
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