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Ode № 51791

Fallow

by <~>

Member since 2002 · Posted 5 Jun 2003 · Edited 19 Nov 2003 · 3 comments

Falling out of touch, it seems, can be a crime when all is over-much, and gone is your free time. Funny, how we flower and fade as seasons pass. Sad, to see friends sour but glad for those steadfast.

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[n/a] INTRANSIT 19-Nov-03/8:51 AM Reply
;)
[10] Bill Z Bub 19-Nov-03/9:26 AM Reply
beauty, eh
[n/a] INTRANSIT › Bill Z Bub 19-Nov-03/12:47 PM Reply
yes, she is.