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Seven

Member since 2004 · Posted 27 Feb 2004 · 2 comments

For one shining moment I was a king, the world was mine and she was my queen. My kingdom then crumbled, my queen moved away. I was so sad, I wish she could.ve stayed. We played in the sand, I thought it was heaven. But she's gone now. It's hell bein seven.

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[8] Shuushin 28-Feb-04/7:21 AM Reply

Tonka trucks, pigtails
you can use my favorite one -
castles in the sand

[4] daggatolar 28-Feb-04/7:10 PM Reply

In the wildest of imagination, a queen would not stoop down to the "sand" to play with a dreamer and that is the very fun denid us for no longer being seven.

To call this very fun hell, is to lampoon the heaven e no longer can have with the "sand", simply becos we are grown ups
How I would want to be seven again and dream a queen who would take the sand for heaven.