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| 01:13am 17/03/2004 |
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mood:  contemplative
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I stole this from Mr. Butler. For some reason I really liked this. I guess it's b/c when you actually do like a person and you imagine him or her with someone else you get so green-eyed and infuriated. That is by the far the worst jealousy there is. I've done it...we all have. But that's what I see when I read the poem:
Unjust Jealousy By: Aaron Butler
The Heavyest sound I ever heard Was the sound he made When with her. |
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| Luck of the Irish.. |
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| 01:51pm 17/03/2004 |
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mood:  jubilant
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HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY EVERYBODY....
Now if you would excuse me I gotta go and follow the end of the rainbow, catch me a lil' wee man, and get my black ass some pots of gold! Woohoo! Woohoo! Woohoo! |
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