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Sunday, June 19, 2005
Along she came, with her picture,
Put it in a frame, so I won't miss her,
Got on a plane, from to London; Heathrow,
It seems such a shame.
-busted//jamie.
She left. With a hug and tears glistening in both our eyes, she turned and past through the glass doors.
A long thirteen hour flight to UK. Seven hour time difference.
I miss you.
Remember to call. and msg!
love`
imprinted at 10:46 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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