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Member since 2005 · Posted 27 Mar 2005 · Edited 27 Mar 2005 · 1 comment

what if your spirit was a glass of sparkling cider and moon beams came out of your fingers and toes and what if you were never cliche, never stale always fresh as a daisy or daffodil if only my heart was made out strawberries not oranges and if only childhood was a blueberry and adulthood wasn't plain blue. have you ever heard that one song, about Julia, because I wish that I had a windy smile.

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