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Give me your tired, your pathetic, your huddled offenders yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming blogs.
Send these, the homeless, Shaycom-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the banished door.
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Wednesday, February 28, 2007MESSAGE FROM THE HEART: The Love Letter I Never Wrote.....EDITOR'S NOTE: It's not often I expose my thoughts and feelings through any means other than satire. But, some things have to be said, or written, from the heart in order to keep the nightmares from overwhelming you deep in the night. These thoughts and words come from a relationship long lost. I... Sign in to see full entry. |
I'm a victim.
Give me your tired, your pathetic, your huddled offenders yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming blogs.
Send these, the homeless, Shaycom-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the banished door.
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