Pessimists are hap-empty. Optimists are half fools.
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February 6, 2011numeric keypad, mine
qwerty, yours
memory
everything it stores
a night of pilsen, lager, stout
what was your “i love you” all about
words, dimple deep
broken heart
boroughed
before I start
counting sheep
cost
is never knowing the value of
someone till
it’s lost
numeric keypad, mine
qwerty, yours
gripe
maybe I really wasn’t your
type
or ilk
there is
no crying over spilled milk
moo.
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