The last of my roses died yesterday.
My room is now clear of red roses. I know that I would never forget that day when it was crowded by flowers.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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In this blog I'd write about random thoughts and drunken debates, Punky Brewster's smiley sunshine pigtail holder and The Wonder Years, Dance with Dragons and The Prodigal Daughter, kissing toads and happy endings, figments of my imagination and the story of my life. Not necessarily in that order though. And for the record, I sing off-key.
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