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If u love me (as a friend or more) u'll read the whole thing. What would you do if for every moment you were truly happy there would be 10 moments of sadness? What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life. I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you. Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk, or how close you are, and send it to the person who sent it to you. Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will. Remember, everyone needs a friend. dont ever leave the one u love for the one u like, because the one u like will leave u for the one they love.If you wake up in a red room with no windows and doors, DON'T panic.. you're just in my heart!!! Send this to all the friends you want to keep forever...Today is Bestfriend Day. Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one.If you get 7 back you are LOVED........@.@.@.@..@......@........@..........@...@............@....@@...@..............@@..@....@..............@...@......@...........@..@.........@......@..@..............@..@.I.................@....CARE.........@.........ABOUT....@................YOU...@........@@@......@@@@..@....@..........@...@.............@@@......@@.......@@@.......@..@@.........................@.........................@.........................@.........................@.........................@........................@.......................@send this rose to everyone you care about including me if you care.C how many times you get this, if you get a dozen your loved

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Anytime Darlin. I usually miss when a friend posts one. LOL I guess I was ment to see yours tonite. :)

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The Sorrow Of Love by William Butler YeatsThe brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,And all that famous harmony of leaves,Had blotted out man's image and his cry.A girl arose that had red mournful lipsAnd seemed the greatness of the world in tears,Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring shipsAnd proud as Priam murdered with his peers;Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,A climbing moon upon an empty sky,And all that lamentation of the leaves,Could but compose man's image and his cry.

Angel in my mind She lives in my tortured mindwaiting patiently till she can dance in my dreamsholding my headin her loving hands eyes piercing Full red lips, bright white teeth a single tear caresses her cheekShe seesThe pain insideI close my eyesShe’s still right there with her silent stareHolding my face in her loving hands.I’ve been down this road beforeWhy did I think anyone would stayI’m just building up memories for my nursing home days.Shattered life empty dreamsLiving in my tortured mindWondering when I lose her tooI’m just building up dreams for when my memories are goneNothing to offer nothing to lose.I’m trying to get to my nursing home days.Silent lady on a hill of greenKnows not one thing about my daysBuilding up dreams for my nursing home days.Storing up memories for my nursing home days“Sounds like a load of old Tosh to me! ”Empty are my nursing home days.Philosopher, poet, warrior, old man, building memories for my nursing home days. Tony Fiona