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Lifes Too Short
Time goes by to quickly By all the accepted rules Why you didn't act The first time I saw you I do not regret our choices Elated and alive Breathtaking and consuming Right into my soul To think of my world With me like a glove Familiar and so natural Together for a lifetime Resource Box - © Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read it online at - http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art8364.asp
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