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      i sit on the low part
 
  of the sofa to match the low part of the day my tears fall my tears fail i remember as a kid time would drag like an endless home reno now time speeds over the visible road under the car mat can a person be envious of their own life? people,known,unknown i would trade for nothing myself,known,unknown i would trade for nothing life,known,unknown i would trade for nothing  | 
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very nice:)  | 
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      "can a person be envious of their own life?" That's a very unique perspective.. never thought about it like this before? 
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      Awesome Write I always enjoy your stuff T.B.
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      Loving your style TB..
     
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      2KidsMom... 
   
Athenarose2...   
pennyg281...   
Ainjel..   
what a great start to the day reading all your comments..thankyou.  | 
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        Edited by
        tazzops
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        Thu 12/06/12 05:22 AM
       
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      I must agree with Tazz on this one Teasing 
         
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      You won't trade... but do you barter?
 
  Loved the imagines of the endless home reno and watching the road through holes in the floorboards.   
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      possibly
 
  me too....  | 
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      I love an open road... possibilities, vague words with meanings upon meanings.
 
  It does pass by quickly though... sometimes. Slo times on the low-end of the sofa can be nice too... js.  | 
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      im sure you will call me out on anything too vague to your liking....
     
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      Nope.
 
  Sometimes mebbe... but I'll let you be you for the most part. Ask when I can... (and I appreciate the grace that you give in responding). Stay silent more than I talk. And think. Come to think of it... I've been talking a lot.  | 
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      and you'll be you
 
  it's fine the smile poem would have never been...  | 
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