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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

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v Saturday, October 05, 2002 v

I decided that if I could, I'd want to buy the horse books from my primary school library. I loved them. I read them over and over again.. Without fail. I can't access the school's website. =(
Can't wait to go back RDA. And I decided that I might just want to go back to my pri sch and help out. I feel obliged to give back to them after what they've done for me.
I think I was a real brat when I was young. Maybe I still am.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 8:43 pm [+]
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