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Sara strolls beneath the weeping cherry blossoms, puckering her lips, I don't know why. Is she whistling a springtime tune... or practicing her robin calls... or blowing me a kiss?
Buds fall down like snowBlossoms weep upon her headBlowing me a kiss
Sweet notes fill the airPracticing her robin callsOne bird listens shy
Posted at 12:00 AM in Flowers, Landscapes | Permalink
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I have really great teeth!!!! And hair?
April 14, 2008 at 07:27 PM
If only you could wash it yourself.
April 14, 2008 at 07:32 PM
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