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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Thursday, February 28, 2002

oh and one more thing:
Tom,you rock
you dont smell like a sock
you've got me whipped round the clock
I love to eat my smock....
::bows and falls asleep::

posted by Jingles @ 11:29 PM

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