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Queer... that is all you get
Preferred Pronoun?:
um... she.. I think... *shrug* call me anything that pleases ya
Relationship Status:
Single
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Toledo, Ohio
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Friends of Old
Reflecting upon the past
I don't mean yesterday
Or even a week ago
Lets talk a decade or two
When we were so young
Most assuredly dumb
And thought we knew everything
I ponder how life turned out
I never saw this coming
And I wonder if my friends of old
Ever feel the same as me
Now that I am older
I don't feel any wiser
To be true
I feel dumber then a box of rocks
Mayhaps that is true wisdom
To know you are ever learning
I find myself comparing new friends
With old friends
Not that one is better then the other
But I miss my friends of old
And our silly stupid antics
I wonder if I put a call out
A call for a reunion
If it would come to pass
Alas we are all grown up now
Or at least what passes for grown up
With never any time to spare
So here I sit
Wistfully daydreaming
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