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Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Sept. 1994

To dream of owning it...beauty
but knowing plainess won't
be overcome!
A man doesn't love s woman for her
Wit, Charm, Intellect or virtue
THey are like ornaments to
her Melodic figure.
To dream of owning it... a man's love.

Note: Do not read for facevalue
it might mean the opposite of
what your first Impression
was. If not. I'm sorry, please ignore me, I'm sick.
Posted by Melissah at 7:23 AM

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