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09-02-02
This is a great idea, Mighty.
I hope I have a chance. I don't know. *thinks about it*
The Sick Rose.
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
By William Blake
"Beauty is not something you have. It is something you are." -- Kind words from a friend...
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