Thursday, February 12, 2009
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I once knew an individual named X. This person was by far the coolest of cool. In the morning the person would wake to the tree of love posted where the sun strikes it just right. Little berries of green would be picked for the morning process of fluxuation and adjustmant for the new day cometh that is to be filled with endless golf, burgers, fries, hotdog's, the occasional nap, and good friends all playing well. Then home for a nap the individual would go. Sometimes we would all go over and enjoy the preponderance of education made available right there in those cereal bowls. Other times, we would not and every exchange was memorable. Wherever she is now I am certain she has a large group of friends who love her so. My goodness, isn't the world just filled with wonderul, gentle, and caring people?
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