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By jackryhme Date: 2002 Jul 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.15.02.49.5561]] |
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some would say love is like a slender reed bending to the errant breeze ever bending never break others would describe it as an old oak tree strong before the mighty storm withstanding the fiercest winds of change lol i think all that's a crock love is the ability to dive, jump, duck run like hell away and back a reed is planted though bend will never move even from disaster barreling its way and that old oak will never change till a stronger storm crashes it down yet if you can duck from the punches jump from the hits dive into its waters run lack hell just before the vase gets thrown and run on back fer the followin kiss while energetic its far more fun and if you survive till 83 think of the fun at 84 |