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Long I've waited for the one with perfect featured face.
Who moves with great precision, such a show of love and grace. She's friendly to the masses, with a voice you can't forget. Her words are like the songbirds, no gift can match hers yet. Her body isn't perfect, anyone can see her flaws. And yet it doesn't matter, for beauty knows no laws. I smile at her quirky deeds and little things she does. I'm glad she isn't perfect, wouldn't want her if she was. |
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Edited by
HockeyChick
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Sat 10/17/09 12:16 PM
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nice, enjoyed the sentiments of this
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in my version its a he..smiles a thnakyou too.
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great piece!!
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