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Sunday, July 18, 2010

This is the poem that you couldn't read. With the face I sent you in that picture from my notebook?

Remember the days of wooden
swords, and faeries and
dragons and gremlins and
more? Remember the days of
treasure maps, and pirates
and ships and castles and
cats who stole all the Lady's
best feather hats?
Those are the days that are
long since gone, those are
the days that are lost. Play
pretend because lie through
your teeth, and treasure became
the cost.

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