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December 16, 2007
His eyes,
His smile,
the way he carried himself,
it blows me away.
Everytime i see him
I get chills, my face lits up,
and i get excited.
He makes life worth living.
He makes me smile,
He makes me happy,
and I don't know what to do.
I have never felt this way before.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| untitled | 0 | 08/23/2010 |
| Friends | 0 | 06/22/2009 |
| Us | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| You | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| Singing | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| Music = Life | 1 | 05/30/2009 |
| Love of my life | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| Haters | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Always and Forever | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Hearts and Love | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
| I can't believe | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Kristin Marie-Elizabe th Moses |
0 | 05/27/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| School | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Wasted Time | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
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