My golden girl, my golden girl, my should be a broadway star girl. I found you alone and cold in the backwood. I offerd a gift of ambrosea, but you refused and offred a day together. In the summer of the next eternity, i showed you the way of the cow and our souls were linked. My golden girl, my golden girl, my could have been born in the 50's girl, you are my soul mate.
10/12/06
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~*Poems and Stuff*~
My journal is just going to be all the poems that i write and probably a couple regualr entries as well, feel free to make a comment =^__^= and i know i have bad spelling but humor me, lol
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