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Dear Papa I recently encountered a problem while visiting the O.P. Chatroom. As many of you know, I'm one for deep discussion.The other day I was partaking in a philosophical debate. When I found myself in dire need of a grilled cheese emoticon. I was always under the impression that the grilled cheese emoticon was the 8th one in on the bottom row. Last edited by Hiporlacking 10-12-2010 at 04:34:29 AM |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.