Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Psssst usually at Facebook these days... heh

I see.. :)
Glad you are well.. :)
no wonder you found me..haha
mama bok, you on facebook too?
At The Seaside


When I was down beside the sea

A wooden spade they gave to me

To dig the sandy shore.


The holes were empty like a cup

In every hole the sea camp up,

Till it could come no more.

-----by age of conan
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