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Can you turn my Black roses Red

Monday, October 27, 2008

The only thing worse than growing up, is never quite learning how



Tinker toys, barbies
and cute little clocks.
Ovens, and Hot Wheels
and my little pet rock.
Dinosaurs, Ty's
and stars that glowed in the night
I just want to go back to when everything was right.
Posted by Georgia at 4:42 PM

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