christian1130
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Sat 08/25/2007 3:15 PM
HEYYY WHERE U AT I MISS YOU
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sin_regret
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Sun 08/05/2007 11:31 PM
A man who keeps a diary, pays
Due toll to many tedious days;
But life becomes eventful--then
His busy hand forgets the pen.
Most books, indeed, are records less
Of fulness than of emptiness.
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BRANDON8570
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Sat 07/28/2007 9:56 PM
i love your pics they are very beautiful
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bigj1766
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Fri 07/20/2007 11:56 AM
Love your new pic. Looking sexy!!
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sin_regret
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Mon 07/09/2007 9:04 PM
All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams giv'n o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.
The time that is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present moment's all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is only thine.
Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that Heav'n allows.
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