3/29/09

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    3/29/09
    3/29/09
    Was the start of my heart being hung by a vine.
    Ever since that day, my smile became more joyful,
    Rather than the way it was which is pitiful.
    I’m in love,
    I pray she doesn’t shoot me down like a dove.im in need,
    Of Elizabeth indeed.
    She is mine,
    Thanks to 3/29/09.

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    Footprints2002 commented on 3/29/09

    04-14-2009

    Very Sweet All the Luck. =-)
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    LadyIntellect commented on 3/29/09

    04-14-2009

    This is really sweet.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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