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untitled

Member since 2002 · Posted 1 Nov 2002 · 2 comments

Chicken noodle soup with stars, rain puddles, saturday morning cartoons. This is the stuff dreams are made of. But then one day you grow up And all those dreams fade away.

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[7] New Life Drug 2-Nov-02/5:36 PM Reply
i give it a 7
[2] <~> 4-Nov-02/8:45 AM Reply
that's not what i dreamed of a a youth,but whatever.