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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Happy birthday to me
I'm turning twen-ty
I'm sick, I have fever
Friends have exam, no party.
self-composed birthday wish poem.
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Trisha
May 23, 2010
happy birthday, my ancient friend. you're not over the hill, you're under it.
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weaver
Bookworm. Foodie. Black belt. Footballmania. Nerdy humor. unwilling and lost participant in the educational and social systems. Random, like Brownian motion.
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happy birthday, my ancient friend. you're not over the hill, you're under it.
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