toke for every to learn this far playing with fonts n color is so much in dodoo lolzz..now wht else l can do here will be back lm trying out something new agian tatata hehehee.
never say goodbye bethca didnt like not seeing me other hand maybe u did u cold
Honey why you calling me so late? It's kinda hard to talk right now. Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay? I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words it makes me weak
It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The morning beckon With water praying and call of seagull and rook And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall Myself to set foot That second In the still sleeping town and set forth.
My birthday began with the water- Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. High tide and the heron dived when I took the road Over the border And the gates Of the town closed as the town awoke.
A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill's shoulder, Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly Come in the morning where I wandered and listened To the rain wringing Wind blow cold In the wood faraway under me.
Pale rain over the dwindling harbour And over the sea wet church the size of a snail With its horns through mist and the castle Brown as owls But all the gardens Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud. There could I marvel My birthday Away but the weather turned around.
It turned away from the blithe country And down the other air and the blue altered sky Streamed again a wonder of summer With apples Pears and red currants And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother Through the parables Of sun light And the legends of the green chapels
And the twice told fields of infancy That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine. These were the woods the river and sea Where a boy In the listening Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide. And the mystery Sang alive Still in the water and singingbirds.
And there could I marvel my birthday Away but the weather turned around. And the true Joy of the long dead child sang burning In the sun. It was my thirtieth Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon Though the town below lay leaved with October blood. O may my heart's truth Still be sung On this high hill in a year's turning.
payyy told u did blog you and how many bday do you have you always lookin for free gifts anyways good to see you around again..you knw where l am always tcake care your self good .. prolly you wont get tis blog untill next week on your days off
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giitchi 2/18/2008 9:50 pm [post a] propain
Happy bithdays
wus gonna send you card by mail but no address so lm sending it here
Official Hottie Membership Card
reading from the card,
This card verifies that the carrier is an offical HOTTIE. Whether seen from the front or behind, he oàr she the gift of trigging anyone's temperature or pants to ???? , The Hottie is so hot that one could fry an egg on his or her body, No one is safe from the hottie"s fire
Moto: Don't hate me because l'm beautiful singnature here: SMOKEMAN
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