Saturday, March 15, 2014

Random


I carry you with me everywhere I go
A moment in my heart, a second in my head
I bug you all day long, and you developed that thick skin 
I really do not mean to be a pest
I am just a little girl trying to find her muse and your thumb seem just available 

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  1. Why am I smiling?......... Nice poem....pure love

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  3. hmmmmmm....
    It is always a blessing to be accepted and accomodated.

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