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Grace

Member since 2002 · Posted 8 Jul 2002 · 3 comments

Grace She stands before me, all slenderness and tenderness, Waiting for a kiss. Oh! Does she know that for each one, There's a thousand more where it came from, And I have never, ever felt like this?

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[8] <~> 19-Aug-02/6:45 PM Reply

this is tender, and sweet. lucky you.

[1] horus8 12-Nov-03/6:46 PM Reply

Shit.

[n/a] Win › horus8 13-Nov-03/9:16 PM Reply

I knew I'd hear from you eventually, Mr. "I come from a rich background of writers." What a joke. Your opinions ring as true as your "writing". The only thing that surprises me is this unprecedented instance of brevity. You should employ it more often.