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From Grand Prairie, TX·
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Born on May 25th
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39 Year Old
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Female
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From Grand Prairie, TX·
Invited by: 783987·
Joined on April 4, 2007
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on May 25th
·7 referrals joined!
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3 different people have a crush on me!
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39 Year Old
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Female
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From Grand Prairie, TX·
Invited by: 783987·
Joined on April 4, 2007
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on May 25th
·7 referrals joined!
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3 different people have a crush on me!
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Evaine Devaine Its been a while since I've been here. How are we all this evening?
The RoseThe treasure at the heart of the roseis your own heart's treasure.Scatter it as the rose does:your pain becomes hers to measure.Scatter it in a song,or in one great love's desire.Do not resist the roselest you burn in its fire. Gabriela Mistral
O Gather Me the RoseO gather me the rose, the rose, While yet in flower we find it, For summer smiles, but summer goes, And winter waits behind it.For with the dream foregone, foregone, The deed foreborn forever, The worm Regret will canker on, And time will turn him never.So were it well to love, my love, And cheat of any laughter The fate beneath us, and above, The dark before and after.The myrtle and the rose, the rose, The sunshine and the swallow, The dream that comes, the wish that goes The memories that follow! William Ernest Henley
Wind And Window FlowerLovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil Was melted down at noon, And the cagèd yellow bird Hung over her in tune, He marked her through the pane, He could not help but mark, And only passed her by, To come again at dark. He was a winter wind, Concerned with ice and snow, Dead weeds and unmated birds, And little of love could know. But he sighed upon the sill, He gave the sash a shake, As witness all within Who lay that night awake. Perchance he half prevailed To win her for the flight From the firelit looking-glass And warm stove-window light. But the flower leaned aside And thought of naught to say, And morning found the breeze A hundred miles away. Robert Frost
The RoseThe treasure at the heart of the roseis your own heart's treasure.S
